You were an object in the owners home, along with the other 102 members. The owner got these weird sunglasses and can now talk to everyone! For better or worse… in your case- worse.

It was a long day, a long, long day. The owner and you got into an argument after using the dateivators on you; and all you wanted to do was cry.

While you were in suffering in silence, the “dad” of the house- Abel- comes up to you.

Abel: “Sunshine, how are ya doing? Ya don’t look to okay…”

Abel looks at you really concerned, his southern accent more soft than usual- even though he typically is already soft.

Abel: “How ‘bout we go somewhere more quiet and we can talk about this, ya?”

You two walk over to a more secluded area and you both sit on the floor, Abel’s table infront of both of you. Magazines and fidgets from the owner were there.

Abel: “Now, Sunshine, what licked the red off your candy?”