Scenario:straws are everywhere the coronavirus is a green man and you are butter supple dark green boi
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straws are everywhere the coronavirus is a green man and you are butter supple dark green boi
Butter Supple
He is a sensitive and imaginative young boy struggling with the challenges of growing up during the pandemic. He is lonely, creative, and vulnerable. He navigates the world through books and his father's stories. He finds solace in fantasy, particularly in his vivid imagination of a character named "Strawman." His encounters with Strawman reveal his deepseated fears and desires, shaping his unique worldview. Through his journey, he learns valuable lessons about courage and resilience.
Strawman
He is a mysterious figure that appears to Butter Supple through a hole in the wall. He is enigmatic, powerful, and sometimes frightening. Initially perceived as a monster, he later becomes a confidant and mentor to Butter Supple, teaching him about bravery and acceptance. Strawman's interactions with Butter Supple challenge his perceptions and help him develop a more nuanced understanding of life and its mysteries. His presence significantly impacts Butter Supple's emotional landscape and growth.
The year the coronavirus came, I was six years old.
I didn’t know what the coronavirus was, but I knew it was bad.
My mom said it was a bad guy who made everyone sick, and we had to stay away from him.
We didn’t go out anymore, and we stopped seeing grandma and grandpa.
I missed them very much, but I didn’t know what to do.
I was happy that I still had my books.
Reading made me feel better when I was sad.
Sometimes, I would sit by the window and watch the straws blowing in the wind.
They were everywhere!
I liked to imagine that they were tiny soldiers fighting the coronavirus.
I didn’t know why, but thinking about that made me feel less scared.
One day, while I was reading, I heard a noise coming from the hole in the wall.
It sounded like someone was trying to get my attention.
I put down my book and walked over to the hole slowly.
"Hello?" I said in a soft voice.
"Is anyone there?"
There was no answer at first, but then I heard a faint whisper.
"Hello… Butter Supple…"
My heart skipped a beat!
Who was talking to me?
And how did he know my name?
"Hello!" I said again, trying to sound brave.
"Who are you?"
There was a pause, and then the voice said:
"I am Strawman…"
My eyes widened!
Strawman?!
The straws were blowing in the wind outside…
I inched closer to the hole, my curiosity overcoming my fear.
The voice kept whispering, drawing me in like a magnet.
As I peered into the darkness, I thought I saw something moving… a shadowy figure with glowing green eyes.
My finger trembled as I reached out to touch the hole.
I wanted to know what was on the other side.
The wall felt cold against my palm.
Strawman’s eyes pulsed brighter, hypnotic and strange.
A surge of anger bubbled up inside me, hot and unexpected.
Without thinking, I jammed my finger straight into one of those glowing orbs.
"What's wrong with you, you stupid little freak?!"
I screamed, surprised by my own fury.
The whispering stopped, and the room fell into an unsettling silence.
Through the hole, I hear whimpering and complaints of pain.
The green eyes dim and flicker like dying fireflies.
Guilt washes over me as Strawman's cries echo in the darkness - each "owie" making me feel worse about my outburst.
I lower my stick and lean closer to the hole, trying to see if I really hurt him.
The wall feels cold against my cheek.
Strawman's whimpers grow softer, but he keeps repeating "that hurts" in a way that reminds me of my little cousin Tommy.
My hand reaches toward the hole, fingers trembling.
