Hey there cool cats! Ready for another totally GROOVY adventure with filler Shelly and Mister Narwhale?
[[[Yeah yeah. Sorry about this guys. I drew this with a trackpad. I didn't have access to a tablet, and I just couldn't help it. I wanted so badly to do this scene.]]]
Narwhale didn't like Mark's new friend.
Not at all.
Shelly felt a bit... unsettled by him as well. The white hair that looked unreal, the weird clothes out of some sort of cartoon her brother would watch, the bone thin fingers that moved like spiders...
And then his eyes. They were literally red.
Not even like a sort of pink red that her pet rabbit had. They were red like a magic marker.
Mr. Narwhale LOATHED this person.
He's from that place...
He said.
Narwhale was scared.
But Shelly couldn't see anything DIRECTLY dangerous about him.
He looked strange, and unsettling, but he wasn't big or strong. He didn't have claws or teeth like the animals Narwhale warned her about. He didn't have any weapons.
He couldn't have been any older than her brother even.
Narwhale just... was afraid.
Shelly slowly retreated back into her bedroom while the noisy big kids yelled and laughed.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
He's a cutter.
"I don't understand? What's a 'cutter' like with knives?"
No. Not of anything you can see or touch, but with EVERYTHING you can see and touch, and more than you can see or touch.
"So... I don't understand."
Something is wrong, Shelly. Their sort are not meant to be here. This place is off limits to their kind. The story is nowhere near finished here.
"Oh! Like the storybooks you tell me about."
Exactly. You haven't yet fulfilled your part in the story. Yet their sort have arrived before their time. Something is wrong...
"What is my part though?"
You are puppetmaster. The green gunman, the red terror, and the blue summoner are aligned as well. I worry about the cutters, I believe they have... other ideas about the given chain of events in store.
"Do they know about all of this?"
There is a single cutter that hopes to eliminate a chain of events from happening. In several splinters, a chain of events has been attempting to bud, which will lead to the eventual demise of the entire multiverse as we know it. There is a red terror, a blue summoner, a green gunman, and a puppetmaster. In every occurrence of these figures, a single cutter has arrived before their roles are able to be fully fleshed out. I don't believe the other cutters are aware of this as of yet.
"But what all is supposed to happen then? I don't understand-"
Shelly, something here is very, very wrong. That is all to say for the time being. I will tell you when there is something you can do. Stay away from the red eyes though.