So.Im.Gonna.Let.It.Do.All.The.Talking.[Semp-Matt]

She was an inquisitive type of person, Pancake Whistles was. Born to the name of Mary Smitt, her fairly recent release from the asylum proved to make her more insane, thus, naming herself after a pastry of some kind.

She had woken up in a room that was fairly usual for her. It was a small one, with a single bed and her plastic bag full of clothes leaning against the grey walls. Or, the walls that once were grey. The room was old, probably built a good twenty years ago.

It had a ceiling that had been repaired more than once, with a good amount of leaks, landing in puddles in the red buckets that stood stationed beneath each drip from the ceiling.

Pancake had made the mistake of knocking one over the previous night in a stumbled haze to sleep, sending water towards the ground. She was unaware this would probably mold the wooden floors, so, the puddle of water still seeped into the wooden flooring, making the floor a bit soft where the water had absorbed.

This is why when Pancake rubbbed her eyes and stepped down onto the floor, her foot almost fell through. Staring at the foot that was now half sunken into the flooring, she smiled and pulled it out of the small foot-shaped hole in the floor.

The foot was damp from whatever mildew was under those floors, making it a bit unstable and slippery. She wobbled towards the plastic bag of clothes, which she leaned down to and sighed, crossing her legs.

She started to go through the bag, making it rustle with an enthusiastic crinkling noise. She dug through it, and found a green polka dot skirt, accompanied by a pink plaid blouse.

The typical Pancake outifit. Odd, obscure, slightly wet, from the bucket episode.

Bouncily, she slipped the outfit onto her body, and finally opened the door and stepped out. She clomped down the stairs of the small building and exited from the front enterance.


"Well, Hello!" Pancakes voice said enthusiastically to nearly everyone who passed her as she walked. It was an odd habit of hers, remembering and forgetting, saying Hello and Goodbye.

Names were hard for her, which is why when she passed a few people, she looked at them. SHe didn't know them, of course. "Hello! Who are you?" She asked someone out of the blue.

And this is when things get intresting.