What was he doing there? Bubblemint looked around him for something he could recognized, but the mint-haired being could only see buildings… Buildings, yes… But there was nothing he could clearly recognize. He could have asked one of his friends for help, but he had not seen them in a while and he did not know how far from them he was at that exact moment. Finding a new Friend was not something easy… And the more he looked for someone to help, the more tired he became. He was lucky enough to not disappear, the last time, but was it possible for him to get over this again? He needed to find someone to be Friend with. Someone who believed in beings like him…
The imaginary Friend was roaming the streets again, freezing as he tried to recognize the place, when he accidentally bumped into someone and frowned. “I’m sorry…” His voice was less vivid than it usually was, but at least, he was not mumbling.