She stared at the woman in front of her. She looked familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on why, or, who she was. Though the young girl couldn't help but be curious by what the woman said. The woman told her stories, plenty of stories, not one being quite like the other. She had told the girl about talking bears who were brothers, a fuzzy orange alien trying to become friends with a skeleton man, squids that shot ink through guns, a woman with a portal gun, 9 men that fought blue versions of themselves, killer animatronics, a not so bright alien trying to take over earth, an ink demon, and living gingerbread men. The woman told her she loved these stories "Do you know why im telling you these stories?" The girl shook her head.

"Because one day you'll love them too, and tell them to me"