Direction

The inkblot sat at a park bench in Toontown. This seemed to be a “mood” park of some kind, as everything looked much less saturated, it seemed to always be raining, and no one went on the play structures. No, every Toon here was moping alone on a bench or a table, with each being a good distance away from everyone else.

The hat and trench-coat offered minimal protection from the downpour, but what did the inkblot care if he was washed away? It’s not like he had anything else to do.

No job, no life, no form, nothing to his name but a pink slip, and no name…

Well, at least he had…

“Cat Slime?”

He jolted upright, desperately patting his coat. No use. The inkblot’s pet was sleeping in the toolbox when it was…

Despite being a little runnier, he began to wander off.

“CAT SLIME!” the inkblot called out, desperately. “CAT SLIME!”