![]() He was a rather tall man, and his skin was pale and smooth. It wasn't long after he started skipping down the path that he came into contact with the owner of the mysterious and wonderful land. Then, he stepped onto a path made from the whitest marble he had ever seen. Max pranced along the perimeter of the platform, taking in all the sights. Lush gardens full of pure white flowers and trees made of cotton candy substance filled his vision. Everywhere he looked, his eyes were met with an abundance of beauty. Before he knew it, Max's feet touched down onto the ground and he stood before the gigantic place. He saw colorful carnivals on it, and beautiful birds and butterflies fluttered through the air quite majestically. He seemed to pass through a thin layer of clouds, and below those, he saw a platform. Max looked downward where the escalators were heading. The sky was brightly lit, but there appeared to be no sun. The sky was aligned with purple clouds and a pink hue. The surrounding area was different than anything Max had ever seen before. He was on an escalator slowly moving downward. He yawned and stretched his arms out before grabbing the rail next to him. He wasn't sure how long he had been unconscious. Max sat up in a daze and looked around, confused by what he saw. He seemed to be on a moving platform of sorts. He allowed his fingers to run across the surface below him. He soon after rubbed his head and regained his composure, happy to be able to breathe again. His head was pounding, and a high-pitched ringing sound filled his ears. His eyes fluttered before he completely blacked out.Ī strange sensation shot through Max's body as he woke up. He could feel himself losing consciousness, he could feel himself drowning. Their weight and the sheer number of rubber balls in the pit was preventing him from breathing, and he felt some kids knee and elbow him in the face. His body began to stop fighting the pressure as Max's arms and legs went limp. The weight of the kids combined began to take its toll as an insurmountable pressure was forced onto Max. Max was shoving and clawing at the pile above him now. He felt his face strain as his muscles tightened due to the lack of oxygen he was getting. He attempted to scream but all that exited his lips was a soft groan as the ball-pit and children sandwiched him together. Max was frantically squirming at this point. He felt the children fall onto him, shoving him further and further down. He placed his arms over his face but to no avail. It wasn't long after the initial "accident" that more kids fell back into Max. Max resurfaced with a scowl painted on his lips. Almost immediately after entering, a small boy tossed himself onto Max and sent him tumbling into the center of the arena. Max slowly descended into the pit with a frown on his pale little face. Max didn't particularly like other children, but his mother told him to make some friends. The ball-pit was a rather large tub full of multi-colored plastic orbs cluttered with small children splashing around. Giggles of joy came from all over the room, but they occurred most of all in the ball-pit. Some of them went up and down a plastic slide connected to a larger jungle gym. Before him was an entire area full of loud and belligerent children running and screaming in every direction. Young Max stood at the entrance of the playroom.
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