“AAAAAAAAH!!!”
“What is going on?!”
Spencer yowled. Even though he had gotten all the information he could possibly gather from the ride to his new home, he retained none of it. And where were his shoes?! He began running around the new apartment in his dirty light up socks for any sort of familiarity.
A kitchen, a bathroom, and a bed to sleep in.
That’s good, there are others who must look like him and have the same functions too. Still, he was convinced he was going to see some walking talking fruit or a destructive robot... Both could take him out at any second. Just look at him. He’s
fleshy.
After searching through every part of the apartment, he runs into the hallway for any other description. Up and down and up and down he scampered with his arms to his sides to make it look more like a brisk walk. He hasn’t come into contact with anybody yet, “Am I a ghost?” Yes, that must be it! He was taken to another place forcefully that works like Earth to haunt the living! It clearly isn’t heaven. Why would his perfect world be a smaller apartment with more people and no room to express himself? That would explain his lack of social interaction too...! And also maybe his shoes
Despite his very clever theory, he figured to check if anybody is next door to where he arrived. He re-positioned himself in a way that was more presentable. His shaggy hair was still sweaty and a mess from his adrenaline. Probably smelly too... He knocked on the door in the universal way that every human knows and expects two knocks back... and waits...
