Stupid idiot older sister dragging him at this even stupider Love Festival, and then leaving him by his lonesome self. Dexter huffed as he stalked his way down a random path. What was even the point of this ludicrous festival? “Festival of Love, HA! Don’t make me laugh!” The boy genius grumbled to himself as he attempted to find an exit. All he could see around him were duplicates of reds, pinks, whites, hearts, confetti, and people!! More people than he’ll like to be around for that matter. “Is there no end to this blasted place!” How difficult was it to find an exit to a non-structurally secluded area!



















