"What are you doing in there? This place is off limits!" -(welcometobattleblocktheater(for the starters thing))
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âWha-â Pat whirled around to face the blockhead. He didnât think exploring backstage was off limits!
âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean you shouldnât be back here. Backstage is for staff only, and Iâm at least 90% sure youâre not a cat.â Hatty stated, crossing his arms and staring up at Pat. The hat he was wearing- which absolutely had belonged to Purham Furbottom- had a faint red glow coming from it.
A little sigh came from him. âSorry if that sounded a little rude,â He folded his arms behind his back, his whole demeanor seeming to shift. âWould you mind explaining how you got here?â
âUmmmmmâŠâ Pat thought for a while.
âWell, I got on a boat and the boat hit a storm, and I got washed up here, andddd⊠then I went in here!â Patâs eyes drifted up to the literal blockheadâs hat.
âThatâs a cool hat.â
Hatty gave a nod at the story, it being the same one that had gotten himself and his âfriendsâ stuck there.
âEr..thank you, I suppose? It was, ah..given to me after my own little ship wreck. Very forcefully given, but it wouldnât be very gentleman-ly to refuse a gift-!â Hatty spoke as he tried to wipe away the steady stream of tears from his face, but it didnât seem to do anything.
âAnyhow, introduction time, my name is Hatty! Hatty H. Hattington, nice to meet you!â
When Hatty mentioned his own shipwreck, a thought bubbled up in Patâs head. Was this place cursed? Then, a second one. Nah. Maybe.
Not one to leave people hanging, Pat took the otherâs hand.
âPatrick Furbottom! You too!â
