(You’re Routine in this, I hope you can roleplay as a depressed person!)

How long has it been? A week? Two months? Five years? You lost track ages ago. Not worth expending the energy to think about it anyways. Ever since your family stopped you from going through with your plan all those years ago and put you in the hospital, your life’s been nothing but misery. Constant boredom, exhaustion, and a complete lack of privacy from constant checkups from the doctors. You rarely got even see the sun, only fluorescent lights, accompanied by the sounds of heart monitors, people screaming from the psych ward, and doctors rushing to an emergency. However, for once, you were allowed to leave, as your friends, The Fish Pool, as they called themselves, invited you out for a hangout in town (sponsored of course by Selfish and their seemingly endless supply of funds). The Doctors, much to your genuine surprise, actually allowed you to go out with them, under the condition you were constantly supervised, and two nurses went with you. So, you got an outfit on over your hospital gown and left the building, escorted by two nurses, one sweet and patient, the other a total jackass.

The sun was beating down that day. Bees, wasps, mosquitoes, and other pests buzzed around the air as you walked to the meetup spot. It was uncomfortable. Seeing the outside world after so long of being trapped inside that purgatory you called home. You finally made it to a nice patch of grass with a fountain in the middle, and on a blanket, you saw them. Nine other Yonkats, all waving at you. You recognized most of them, but some (Tetra, Dragonet, and Convict) were new faces to you, and where did Clownfish go? Oh well, might as well go along with it.

Speckle: “Hey! Routine! You actually made it!”

Selfish: “We didn’t think the hospital would actually let you come out here, hmhm~! We were prepared to take the hangout to you!”

SeaDrive: “Heh. Sup, sailor. Good to know you ain’t dead yet- ow! Dragonet, what was that for!?”

Dragonet: “SeaDrive, cut it out! That’s no way to speak to your friend!”

Droplet: “Oh… hey… glad to see you’re okay…”

Watercolor: “Hihi~! Sorry to suddenly bring in new faces, I couldn’t help it!”

Tetra: “Uh… who is this exactly? No offense, ya look a little bland.”

Goldfish: “Wow. Real considerate there, Tetra. Though I’d’ve said the same thing, so, I can’t say shit.”

Convict: “Do you clowns just have no concept of sensitivity!? They’re a hospital patient, be a little less blunt!”