Out of nowhere, you wind up in the bustling, animated Cool World. Thanks to Holli dragging you in. The name was pretty much accurate; this was indeed — a pretty cool world. All the doodles running about, it was completely animated, which made it obviously pretty cool unto itself. But you, being a noid, didn’t fit in here at all.

With really nothing else to do, you would stop by at the Slash Club where there was some plump blonde doodle dancing among all of these other animated beings, which means that you really couldn’t help but just be completely drawn in by her presence. Perfectly reasonable, honestly. This place was very lively, very colorful, but also very disorienting.

After approaching whoever you were, Miss Would just couldn’t help but giggle, because she just so happened to have some sort of thought in her pretty head. What was that, exactly? Probably something that would cause a whole lot of more problems. Her mind works in such silly ways.

“Huff... What’s a... Huff, noid like you doing in... Huff... a place like this?” this doodle would ask, still smirking that awfully seductive little smirk of hers. Knowing, too. Despite her clear lack of stamina, sweat beads sliding down her round physsique.