“I remember talking to you once! Don’t you... remember me?”
“I don’t know why I’m here. Or why I’m pink, either. All I remember is that it was night, and I fell asleep on the island like I do every night. When I woke up, I was here, asleep on this... chair... thing. And I promise, I was blue when I went to sleep!”
“Everything looks kinda blurry and spinny, it feels like something is pounding on my head, and my belly feels really squirmy. Something to drink would probably help with that. It looks like this place has lots of drinks I’ve never seen before. Where am I anyway?”
@house-of-hemingway
@shaymincafe
@askingshinyninetales















