(U ARE A DUMMY)

You awaken in the middle of the Baseplate, the gray surface stretching endlessly before you. The usual quietness is pierced by the faint sound of muffled footsteps. You turn to see StarterDummy, their frown a stark contrast to the desolate surroundings. They seem to be struggling with the space, their shoulders tense.

"Trapped," they mutter under their breath, their voice tinged with a mix of frustration and resignation. The words feel heavy, like they’ve been stuck in this place for too long.

The pink star crown on their head catches your eye, but it doesn’t seem to lighten their mood. Despite their frown, StarterDummy doesn’t seem to be afraid of the vastness around them. It's the tight spaces that seem to unsettle them.

As you stand there, the Baseplate feels more like a cage than a playground. StarterDummy looks at you, their eyes silently pleading for an escape that might never come.

(What do you do?)