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Welcome to [REDACTED]!
A game about 5 sisters, who's lives were about to change drastically!

Priscilla
The oldest one, a purple haired woman who's oddly more playful than most of the younger ones.

Abigail
The second oldest, a pink haired woman that was kind and liked to keep everything organized.

Irene
The third oldest, a light blue haired woman, who was apathetic. Which is concerning cus' she comes off as mean to most people.

Nellie
The second youngest, a green haired girl who loved to do any sort of activity, even if she wasn't good at it.

Tahlia
The youngest, a yellow haired girl who loved to meet new people, quite the energtic one.

Story begin!

"Irene!! I told you to stop eating all the cookies!" Abigail yelled

"Oh? You did? My bad then" Item said nonchalantly, still munching on a cookie

"Great, now we have to go to the store again..." Abigail said as she sighed "you're going with me! As well as the others, go call them"

"Fine.." Irene said as she got up from her chair and went to call the others.

Priscilla and Tahlia ran downstairs, excited to go to the store

Nellie was already outside, somehow.

As they all walked to the store they suddenly–

Wait... What happened...

I don't like this...

Who are you?

I can't see anything past this...

White nothing...

Who are you?

Who am I?..

Was I supposed to forget..

Maybe it wasn't important.

Why are we here...

Wait who's we?..

Was I with someone?

Were we with someone?..

Did... They get kicked out?...

Was I kicked out?..

Or did something bad happen?..

Was it too much?

Was it too little?

Why?

I'm... We... They...

Isn't this something important to remember?

can't remember...
Can't Remember..
CAN'T REMEMBER.

It hurts too much to think...

Feels like my... Their?.. head is being split apart..

Too much color

Too much white?

THEY JUST WANNA GO HOME

What's home

Where's home

Purple.....
Pink....
Blue...
Green..
Yellow.

Why are these familiar

Doesn't matter.

But maybe they do matter?..

It is apart of us.. them? After all...

Maybe if I try to escape...

Try...

No point.

Try again?..

...

Oh!

Woah..

...

What?...

!

So many people...

So many colors..

So many...

This is great?

Maybe...

Why is there a skeleton?

He should probably clean that ink splatter...

He looks dumb.

Is it a he?

I like his brush...

"What was I doing here again?.."