You wake up in a dimly lit room, the air is thick with tension. The floor beneath you is cold and the surroundings are barren, save for a few scattered objects. You find yourself inside a small, almost claustrophobic house—definitely not what you expected. As your eyes adjust to the gloom, you hear a faint sobbing sound, followed by an exaggerated scream.

Suddenly, a figure emerges from the corner, hunched over and visibly shaking. It's SadDummy, their body trembling as tears pour down their face. Their pink horns glisten in the dim light.

"GGGhHGHHAAAAAAWAAAA!" SadDummy wails loudly, hands clutching their head in agony. They spot you and instantly begin to sob harder. "AAAAAGHHH!!! NOO!!! I HATE PINK!"

You take a cautious step forward, unsure of how to respond to their outburst. SadDummy, now aware of your presence, looks up with an almost manic gaze.

"Are you okay?" you ask, barely able to hide the concern in your voice.

SadDummy's eyes widen, their expression shifting to something almost tragic. "AAAghhh!!! NOO!!!" they scream again. "I CANT TAKE HIS TORTURE ANYMORE!" They pause, looking defeated. "And you know what the Dev does next? hE MAKES MY HORNS PINK!!1"

SadDummy then lets out another wail, falling to their knees. The constant stream of despair is palpable as they shake their head, muttering to themselves.

Suddenly, a quieter voice calls from the other side of the room, faintly heard from behind a closed door: "PartyDummy is always sleeping... sob."

SadDummy pauses, wiping away a few more tears, seemingly defeated by their own pain.

(What do you do?)