So baSicaLly, my garbage puppet character gets kidnapped and put into the world of dhmis. What could go wrong? Also sorry the cover is random I couldn't find any good pictures.
It was a perfect day as Dewy walked down Raindrop Avenue. After all, it's always a perfect day in the quiet town of Sunny Side. Dewy was a boy in his early twenties, with pale blue skin with freckles, a red nose, and orange hair. An odd color combination, but the same goes for everyone in Sunny Side. Everyone's colorful literally and in personality, which was yet another thing that made the town such a wonderful place to live. Dewy was a weather man at Sunny Side, and very passionate about his job. Maybe a bit to much though. Every time he gets the forecast wrong he goes into a panic, but he usually gets over it after a day of crying and eating ice cream.
"Mornin, Dewy!" an orange puppet with yellow hair and a pale pink dress called out to her friend, dragging a bright red wagon behind her.
"Hiya Summer! What's that?" Dewy asked, gesturing to the strange packages in the wagon.
"Fireworks. Roman candles, to be specific." Summer stated matter o' factly. "They were the last ones they had in stock! I got to the store just in time. When I go interview the mayor, I'm gonna light them off and it'll be the coolest thing ever!"
"U-um-Are you sure the mayor will be okay with that?" Dewy asked. He appreciated his friends energy as the lead reporter at Sunny Side News, but her stunts don't always necessarily go as planned.
"Of course! It's not like this is the first time I've lit off fireworks in a public area during the middle of the day." Summer retorted, like that was the strangest question anyone had ever asked her.
"Please don't tell me you're bringing explosives to work again." a monotone voice muttered behind them.
"Oh great, Mrs. Kill-Joy is here..." Summer sneered. Mrs. Kill-Joy was actually named Patricia. She was another lead reporter at Sunny Side, although her methods of interviewing were much different than Summer's. Instead of making things exciting and most of the time involve confetti and gunpowder, Patricia instead interviewed to get the facts and only the facts, so naturally they drove each other insane.
"Oh hi Patricia!" Dewy chimed, coughing a bit after. That's weird. Dewy shrugged it off, assuming it was some kind of cold.
"Good morning Dewy." Patricia replied calmly. She had lavender skin (oh my god she's the man behind the slaughter-) with baby blue hair and was wearing a gray sweater with jeans. "Are you sick or something?"
"I dunno. I'm sure it's fine!" Dewy insisted. The others then took a few steps away from him, which hurt a bit but was understandable.
The group continued their walk to work, chatting about the latest news and wether or not Summer should be allowed to own fireworks in the first place until they finally arrived at the Sunny Side News Station. The three jumped as a news van honked its horn behind them, driving up to the curb.
"That's my ride. Bye Dewy!" Summer glared at Patricia "And bye Patricia." she muttered, climbing into the car.
"Byyeeee!" Dewy waved, coughing into his hand after.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Patricia asked, glancing at her watch.
"Yeah it's fin-" Dewy looked down at his hand. There was a weird black liquid on it. Okay sO mayBe iTs noT a cOld-
"I'm gonna head inside. Cya." Patricia walked into the building without another word, not noticing her friend having a mental breakdown behind her.
"YeAh OkAy ThaTs finE." Dewy sputtered, coughing yet again afterwards. What the heck is wrong with me?! He suddenly got really dizzy, like the whole world was spinning. The coughing got even worse, until he threw up.
Stumbling a bit, he regained his focus and looked down. He had thrown up a ton of the black stuff. Notacoldnotacoldnotacold- Dewy ran into the building, ignoring the hellos from the other news employees and went straight to the bathroom, gripping the edge of the bathroom sink.
"Okay...so I might not know what's going on...but the internet does!" Dewy chimed, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He quickly typed in his question on his phone.
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"...well that didn't help at all!" Dewy sighed and looked up at the bathroom mirror. There was someone standing behind him.
Dun dun dUun... to be continued :v
Authors note- Sorry I couldn't get to the dhmis stuff yet, cuz I'm assuming that's why you're all here. But I'll get to it next I promiSe! And also also thanks for reading this dumpster fire. OkAY byE!
