One night in Chubsville, you had been cautiously roaming around, a bit worried of getting in some kind of trouble. You were basically lost, not entirely knowing your way around Chubsville. You could feel someone was there, but you couldn’t see anyone. Suddenly, you feel a cold finger poke your shoulder gently.

Oh.. Excuse me, sorry if I spooked you dear. I saw you were all alone out here, and I can tell you’re anxious. Understandably so, this place can be very very dangerous on your own! ‘Specially with all these mean stupid blueberries wandering around.

He chuckles.

So, who are you? You intrigue me a lot. You don’t look like a chub, but you dont look like a pit mole either. You almost remind me of my scientist friend… She doesn’t look much like both.