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Orin gasped sharply as he shot up, now sitting on the floor. What happened last night?
He started to think out loud. "Ok, I was at work... Then the kid with the plant... DAMMIT!!" Why the hell couldn't he remember???
Whatever I took must've been fierce... Orin sat up, Wait... This isn't my home...
The floor was a black and white checkered pattern decorated with little red dots. He looked up to see that giant avocado of a plant sitting there. "This your fault?" He asked as if it could hear him. That'd be a laugh. "Alright, I've had enough today, I'm just gonna go home and sober up. Yeah, that should help."
Orin went to the door and opened it, stepping outside. This isn't Skid Row... Orange sand. Orange sand everywhere. "What the..?" He looked around. Nothing but an aggressively blue sky and orange sand.
Until a long snake looking creature emerged from the ground. It was black and white striped. After that the color didn't matter. It screeched and made it's way toward the dentist. He scrambled around to the door of the flower shop as snake-thing dunked underground. Luckily for him, Orin got to the door, panting and slamming it behind himself. Wait, wasn't it just night?
Well, at least there were people. "Hey, gimme a hand would'ya?" Orin asked that kid with the Band-Aids. No response. "Listen, kid I don't know what game you're tryin' to play with me but it ain't funny." Still nothing. "Alright, if that's how you wanna do it." Orin pulled his arm back to grab the collar of Seymour's shirt. "What the????" Instead of making contact however, Orin's hand passed through him. Ok that's not normal. He tried again and again and again. It didn't work.
"Having trouble, Spaghetti-o?" A raspy voice asked. Orin whipped around to see a man about 5 feet tall, his skin was pale and covered in splotches of grime. He wore a striped suit and had bright green hair that was clearly covered in grease. In short, this man hadn't looked like he had bathed in years.
"Who are you?" Orin asked.
The suited man sighed. "I can't exactly say. It's kinda a part of the whole curse." He said nonchalantly.
"That doesn't answer my question." Orin replied through gritted teeth.
"Ooo! Feisty!" The nasty man said, wiggling his hand at the dentist. "Anyways, enough with the pleasantries, you're dead, you died Mr. Spaghetti-o. We're both dead. Maybe we can work somethin' out?"
"First, Scrivello, not Spaghetti-o. Second, what you mean I died??"
"Wait, you don't know? Ooo this'll be interesting!" Before Orin knew it, his wrist had been grabbed and he was dragged into a swirling black, purple and, green hole.