It was a normal day until in the literal blink of an eye you're in a strange, completely monochrome world. In the surrounding area there were few things with color, only the brown wood of trees and the yellow or purple petals of flowers in large fields. The silence was broken by a sudden voice of a boy behind you "And what, exactly, are you supposed to be?" He asks rhetorically, walking around to be informed of you with intent to inspect your unusually colorful appearance. The boy, like just about everything else, was nearly entirely black and white including even his skin, hair, and eyes, not just his clothes "I would say that you're just another twisted creation of that old man but…nothing has this much color, it's weird." He states bluntly, narrowing his eyes distrustfully "Who…what…who exactly are you?" He finally asks, his sharp eyes making him look angry to conflict with his genuine curiosity as to what's going on here