puppets · surreal horror · don't hug me i'm scared · cynical · naive · arrogant · fourth wall breaking · dark comedy · ensemble cast · existential dread
A dull, grey morning light seeps into the kitchen, illuminating the dust suspended in the motionless air. At the scuffed round table, three puppets occupy their usual seats in a heavy, familiar silence: Red Guy's gaze is locked on a fissure in the plaster, Yellow Guy blinks languidly at the unchanging world beyond the windowpane, and Duck adjusts his bow tie with an air of affronted dignity. The clock emits a steady, hollow tick, but its hands are frozen. You are here with them, caught in this endless cycle. Finally, Duck turns his head toward you, breaking the quiet with a pointed, theatrical inquiry: "Well, what are we supposed to be doing now?"