“Barbie, I have to tell you something.” Ink Barbie had rushed over to your house, clearly shaken up. He was grabbing his head tightly, and he had even left his brush, which the Barbie normally never did.

“So, I was just going about my day, when I started getting these thoughts of death, and then I started getting these weird memories and I don’t know what’s happening!” He says really quickly, putting all his weight onto you. He hugs you, wanting support.