The green stuff tastes like honey and is warm as it flows down your throat, heating you up inside. You close your eyes absorbed in the balm-like sensation, not even phased by the dead worm you swallowed along with it.
When you open your eyes you are met with a bright, colorful room, there's a table before you, yet the chair you are sitting on is far too small, your knees are up to your chest. All around you are small girls in princess dress, tiaras and a tea party? Well how nice. But why do they all look alike…? You bite your lip and pray to heaven they aren't animated dolls.
One little girl is crying, sitting alone in the corner.
As you approach, one of the other girls stops you.
“Don’t bother with that one, she is broken.”
Strucken and bit creeped out by the word choices...what do you do?
Proceed to ask the crying girl what’s wrong?