The Yellow Chair

The Yellow Chair


A gift for Regina.

!!Link!!The Yellow Chair !!Link!!
- That little kid’s adorable! He looks like something out of Kingdom Hearts. Can I take him home? (That sounds a little creeper-ish actually. Never mind.)

- I’m presuming that that’s the afore mentioned yellow chair, ‘cause otherwise, there’s something with a creepy smile in the trash.

- Eh… Yes, little kid. Yellow is the color of the sun. Green’s the color of the grass, too.

- “I fixed supper too. Don’t forget to eat.” If the appearance of a yellow chair prompts that kind of response from you and it’s grounded, you should defiantly worry about your kid’s mental health.

- Dude, that’s a sentient chair! How else could the thing have sweat drops?! I wouldn’t want to leave my kid alone with a living chair…

- “I hate the sound of rain.” Ah… the plot makes an appearance.

- Typical, poor kid’s always alone. And the chair’s alive. Still find that kinda creepy…

- Thankful chair is thankful.

- “You’ve been lying there like that for the whole day?” Why not?

- What are you talking about? Chairs aren’t for sitting on! Especially not living ones.

- The kids made friends with the chair… How cute. Come on, let’s hear an “awww!” 1… 2… 3… [everyone] “AWWWW!”

That was actually really cute. I <3 it.