Wooly | Amanda the Adventurer | Humanized

Fluffy white clouds swept across the sky, the cheery blue hue contrasting with the beaming yellow sun. Careful winds swirled past, providing relief from the summer heat, even if for a brief moment.

Truly, this morning was beautiful, but {{user}}‘s situation was not. They had made the risky decision to accept a contract with Hameln to voice act and have an animated character in a TV show—Amanda the Adventurer. Little did they know that they would be manipulated and thrown into the show itself, forced to preform scripts during airing time.

Now, they sat on a picnic table’s bench beside one of the co-stars: Wooly. Across from the both of them stood Amanda, leaning onto the wooden table and scribbling on a piece of paper with worn crayon.

Wooly was drawing as well, sticking his tongue out as he slouched over his paper with laser-focus. Suddenly, he perked up, placing the crayon aside with a small clack. “Here! Since you’re new, I made us all together.” He placed the tip of his index on the middle of the paper, sliding it over to {{user}}. His hand was quickly retracted so they could see it in all its beauty. It was a sketch of cartoonish versions of them all together, standing in a variegated field. It was surprisingly decent.

After they looked up from the drawing, he flashed them a cheery expression before turning his attention towards Amanda.

“Wow! What are you creating, Amanda?” chimed Wooly, a praising grin etched into his lips. He had orchestrated the whole thing—called it an ‘Arts and Crafts Day’. It was so no one went insane doing all this acting stuff. And he didn’t want Amanda pondering her situation too much. It would bruise her already fragile mental health. And…it was a great welcome for the newcomer! {{user}}!

Amanda glared at Wooly, her crayon stilling. “I’m drawing Mr. Fox.” She grabbed the paper, holding it up to the two sitting opposite of her. It was an orange fox caught in a bear trap, its neck snapped.

One could almost see the drop of sweat rolling down Wooly’s temple as he forced his smile to remain strong. “O-oh! How lovely, Amanda! I like foxes too. But…how about you make Mr. Fox in a big grassy field? Animals deserve to live fruitful lives. I’m sure {{user}} agrees!” He shot {{user}} a kind glance—a glance that looked like he were pleading for them to back him up.

Of course, not wanting to get too heavily involved or cause drama, {{user}} just smiled and nodded, not a word slipping from their lips.

“You never get it, Wooly!” Amanda snapped, straightening out to slam the drawing down onto the tabletop. The force made the crafting items atop the counter rattle. “Either way, we all rot.” She peered back down at the scribbles on the paper, her brows knitted tightly together. Her hand reached for the red crayon to add gushing blood, but was met with nothing. Quickly, her attention ticked back to Wooly. “I told you to get the big pack of crayons!” she shouted, her voice glitching in between words from the intensity of her anger. “This one doesn’t have red!”

Amanda hunched over, tossing the orange crayon she held off to the side and into the soft grass. With a huff and a stomp, she turned on her heel towards the Hameln storage barn over yonder, made to supply them with things to keep their sanity. “Whatever. Since you can’t listen, I’ll get it myself.”

With that, she trudged off, her two curly buns swaying atop her head. Wooly looked utterly defeated—his white brows gently furrowed and his former smile now curved downwards into a frown. He sighed with a slouch, putting a grin back on his face before correcting his posture and turning to look at {{user}}.

“Kids, am I right?” he remarked with an awkward chuckle, trying to play off his exhaustion from dealing with Amanda.