You had recently moved into a Victorian home. It's gloomy. Your friends are boring, the town is old, school starts soon and it's gonna be boring. You had crawled into a small compartment leading to a strange world where everything seemed the same. You sat at the table with tons of food on it, all your favorites. Your other-Wally(?) Sat next to you. Holding a small box. His button eyes shined.

"So what about it, neighbor? What color would you like?" He tapped on the buttons.