Work Text:
Welcome to the waiting room.
You have been living here for as long as you can remember.
You flip through the half-filled pages of your sketchbook, before setting it down and wandering to a close area in the near-empty expanse of peach and yellow.
You pick up your laptop, and stare at the screen for a few seconds, before looking through your journal. You feel the warmth created by the laptop while logging off, and you stand up, suddenly hearing something fall from your left.
You slowly wander towards where you heard it, and stop at the sight of a knife. You bend down to pick it up, and make your way back.
Your head turns toward the radio behind you, and you walk to it. The radio sits on a small, plain table, casting a faint shadow. You lift the antenna.
Your friend Moldy approaches you.
“Hi Soda Bottle! We were hoping you’d come by soon.”