Board Thread:Art, Stories and Songs/@comment-28933504-20160626035440

Prixy stood in an old, grey space. She turned to someone next to her. "Hey, wake up, we've gotta keep this place bright!" She said, a look of sadness in her eyes. The orange and yellow thing next to her said nothing. Prixy slumped down in her corner of the room. She was weary and tired. She had tried to keep this place bright and happy by taking ownership. The red bow tie that she had put on a few days ago had started to fade in colour and droop. Cobwebs above her stirred in the empty breeze of the old grey room. Prixy stared at the old place of dreams. She had tried to run away once, but her legs stuck into the ground. The letters P, K, two Ms, R, CB, LMK, AT, MMT, KOK, FLH and D were scratched into the wall. All had faded to almost fully transparent apart from the P, the K, and the R. Even then, the R and the K had almost disappeared. But Prixy refused.

She would stay in her castle of madness forever. 