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"What- where am I?"
Wifies pants.
Odd, he shouldn't get scared so easily. If anything, he's brave. Not a coward. Like unlike whatever he's doing, shrieking at everything in sight.
It's got him looking like he came out of a bad dream—or if anything, he looks more like he's in one right now. Where even is he?
Wifies hovers over the grass. They've got some sort of yellow tint to it. Sure it looks cool, but he hasn't got time for this now, doesn't he? For now he has to find a way to leave, or some other buddy he can talk to while he's stuck for the meantime. Looking around, makes him realize, that the place is oddly, similar, if not, Unstable. But, with a few key differences that's pretty easy to pick apart. Like, how the grass is an odd color
It's not how it looked back in Unstable. Or well— if he even is, in Unstable. Either way, I don't think grass is supposed to be yellow. Nor should the sky.
The whole place looks, almost untouched. Before the Mafia, and whatever nonesense happened.
But he shouldn't have to remember that.
For now he can just focus on finding a way to leave,
or he can be a CHUD and wait for somebody to save him,
save him from this mess of a world he's in.
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