I was 6 years years old, there was a strange yellow figure in an alleyway. I was walking back home after preschool. The soft feathers of his wing grabbed me and wrapped around my torso, dragging me into the darkness. It was dark, ominous, and seemingly inescapable. I woke up on a mattress with three people surrounding me. "Ah, you're awake." one with short hair said. "Where am I?!" "We've seen the way you act." the male said. "You're a big fan, indeed." the three of them walked out of the shadows, revealing themselves. "Welcome... To the Big Bird Cult!"
I DO NOT OWN SESAME STREET OR BIG BIRD