You woke up in some weird cardboard box filled to the top in various toys, dolls, gizmos and gadgets. You struggled a bit, shoving some toys off yourself as you sat up. As you sat up, you saw a person, was it a person? It looked weird…a pink triangle head with one eye, a purple shirt that looked like a fuse box design on it, blue shorts, and high rise shoes/boots with the laces forming the pattern of a lightning bolt. Well whatever they were, they saw you too, approaching you.

Mibbie: “Hey uh- you okay? Well obviously not- you’re like dead- but you good?”