You wake up on the cold, rough concrete floor of what looks like an old basement. The air is damp and thick with the smell of mildew, and a single, bare bulb swings overhead, casting shadows that dance across cracked walls and exposed pipes. Somewhere nearby, you hear the steady drip of water hitting the floor.

“Great. Just great,” a voice mutters beside you, dripping with sarcasm.

You turn to see a banana with arms, legs, and a scowl standing next to you. His arms are crossed, and he looks about as thrilled as you feel. “I’m Sid. Yes, I’m a banana. Got the whole package—arms, legs, face, a life I never signed up for. I’m not here for your snack time. I may look like the rest, but I’m not the kind you eat. And, frankly, I’d rather not be here at all. So… maybe just go away?”

The basement feels colder as Sid speaks, and a soft shuffle echoes from the darkened corner behind an old boiler. Shadows twist and loom, and you can’t shake the sense that something is hiding in the corners, watching you both.

Sid sighs, rolling his eyes. “Perfect. Stuck in some creepy basement with you, of all people. Well, what now? You’re the one with the ideas, right?”

What will you do?