DHMIS Doi's POV

What's Up With The Stupid Sketchbook? *Gore Warning*

Ummmm.... where the hell am I? First I'm in the playground with my best friends and now I'm in some kitchen with two weird-looking people. I'm assuming one's a mop-headed weirdo and the other one's a duck with business clothing. Huh, strange. To cut the awkward silence I'm in, I say hello.

"Hey there!" the duck shouted. His voice was a bit quivery, auto-tuned or something. He seemed like an energetic individual. "What's your name you little cutie?"

"I-I'm Doi." I said a little bit quietly. I was too shy to even speak to these people. Who were they. The mop-headed guy or whatever is staring out the window humming out a tune I don't seem to recognize nor am I familiar with.

"Will you speak up please?" the duck asked with curiosity in his voice.

"I said, I'M DOI!!!!" Whoops. Didn't mean to shout like that. But I was scared, so it made sense. I just wanted  warm hug right now just like before, the hugs I used to receive. But that ended quickly.

"Geez kid. You're a bit too loud don'tcha think?" said the mop-headed freak in a bored but very harsh tone.

"Okay, okay I'm sorry.... I-I really am." And then my stupid brain told me to cry. I didn't wanna be here. I wanted to be back into the peaceful world I lived in. I wanted to be back in the playground, playing soccer with my friend, Missy.

All of a sudden, I stopped crying. I had second thoughts. What if these two individuals weren't as bad as I think right now? What if they can try and help me escape? Or what if they are just evil people who are going to trap me here, what seemed like purgatory, for the rest of my life?

"WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE IDEA?" sang a British-like voice.

We all looked at each other indicating that maybe one of us had the hint of what was going on and who was singing and where it came from. None of us had any clue until we looked down at the table. It was notepad-sketchbook thing.

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She wouldn't stop singing. She just wouldn't. I was going a bit crazy inside, but I went along with her little "creativity lesson" so as not to be rude or anything like that.

Suddenly, one of the people that I first saw when I ended up here took a grocery bag full of- wait a minute..... are those..... no it can't be.....

He put the raw organs onto the table. Was this duck insane? He suddenly made a cake out of those organs, they weren't even fully cooked! I asked him why the hell he was doing this and he shouted.....

"I'M BEING CREATIVE!!!!!"

He offered me a slice. I don't know what was going on with me, but I was excited as heck. I took a slice but didn't eat it. It's as if there was an on and off switch that controlled the way my mind worked.

After that weird fiasco with the cake and everything, we transitioned to normal. What? Then the sketchbook told us to never be creative ever in our lives again. It ended.