Jonathan Bradshaw - Cinccino
Grape Soda Swimming Pool

Unfortunately, I was just going to have to abandon the idea of writing directional guide graffiti until I had an actual pen or permanent marker to scribble on the walls with. For now, I decided to go with the swimming pool room, but like hell I was going to jump into it. Besides the weird and sticky contents that would stick like paste on my Cinccino fur, the tiles on the floor were a strange mix of yellow, pink, and white. Meanwhile, I found what looked like a random blue sock puppet with googly eyes just sitting on the-

"HELP ME! it screamed.

Oh good lord, that thing was actually someone living. I approached it and saw that yep, it was a living and sentient sock puppet. I imagined this poor soul was a human at one point and obviously ate or drank something terrible.

"Did the grape soda turn you into that?" I asked the sock puppet while looking at it curiously.

"YES!" it screamed. "What was I thinking!?"

That made two of us. Who the heck drinks even normal pool water intentionally? In any case, they definitely wouldn't have a marker on them, but I figured I'd help him or her out.

"Name's Jonathan," I introduced myself. "I've been stuck in this hellhole for about a month. Last thing I ate was a cinnamon bun, and that turned me into this."

"I'm... Sonya," the sock puppet replied. "You... wouldn't happen to have more of those cinnamon buns, would you? Oh, please tell me you do!"

I shook my head to tell her no, but that also got me thinking. If we did find some food or drink that changed people into something... relatively normal and decent, it wouldn't be a bad idea to stockpile that stuff. I was sure Sonya would WAY RATHER be a Cinccino than this blue, ungodly sock puppet.

"I'll let you eat the first thing we find," I told her, knowing just about anything would be better than a sock puppet. "Hopefully it'll turn you into something better than this."

"Oh thank you, you're my guardian angel!" She rejoiced very happily.

I decided to pick up Sonya and carry her with me until we found something else for her to eat. I figured just about anything would be a heck of an improvement over this.

"You got lucky with that cinnamon bun," Sonya told me. "You're really cute and fluffy."

"It's almost disturbing what passes for luck around here," I told her, knowing on a normal day, being turned into a Cinccino would have been a catastrophic shocker instead. "How long have you been stuck in this place?"

"Two months," she muttered, sounding grim about it. "Well, I mean two months stuck in this pool room. It's been five months since I walked down the strange staircase."

Ugh, that sounded like torture. Well, I decided to head to the exit door of this place with her, and hopefully we'd be able to find her and change her into something better than this thing.