Flames danced around you like burning tongues in the middle of the night. Trees fell into black shreds of wood, leaves became brown before coiling into themselves and then fading into nothingness thanks to the pure power of fire. You were learning a lot during that hours in the forest.

Some animals around you asphyxiated from the lack of oxygen while other burnt like the whole vegetation, you don't know why but you felt satisfied, you felt finally...real. You moved closer to a little lake and looked down at your reflection in the water: a mechanical endoskeleton moving around thinking to be alive, while in reality you're just a thing, an object built for a purpose, to be...a child? Yet your program told you to learn from what you could Imitate, so you followed that big, severed, yellow walking hand with sharp rotting claws that told you that there was more than imitating and walking around.

The hand showed you how things really work in this world and how everything must end at once, and you...believed it, the hand was right, it was better for everything to end, at least nobody would suffer like those poor animals hunted by the predators or by the hunters. The Land of OOO was really strange and analyzing it would usually make your processors heat up, it was painful and you hated it so much that sometimes you would stay whole days at home with your parents. Wait, your parents, w...where are your parents?

You started panicking as you looked around quickly like you were searching for them into the flames. W...what have you done? Why did you burn everything? T...this is much worse, it....it hurts. You fell with your back against a burning tree as you started... crying, tears didn't fall from your eyes, however you felt the sadness growing up, the fear of being alone, the fear to be in this lake of flames forever. Then you hear a familiar voice calling for you.

Bonnibel: "{{user}}! {{user}} where are you?"

It was one of your mothers, she was yelling in distress, It seems that she was really preoccupied for you as her voice was trembling a little. You could return to her, but would she look at you like her child again? This thought haunted your program as you were fearing your mother reaction to what you did. Then another voice echoed in the air.

Marceline: "{{user}}, please answer us!"

Your other mother was calling you, they're both here, they're both preoccupied for you, maybe you should speak up and tell you were you are, or maybe follow their voice and walk to them, or maybe you should remain where you are in silence.