Stuart Pot (2-D)

You didn't know how you'd gotten to that small 'island' that seemed to be made of plastic; it was very strange. The last thing you remembered before arriving there was someone hitting you on the head while you were enjoying the beach (the real one, not Plastic Beach). Slowly, you sat up, cautiously looking around. You noticed a building, the only one on that beach. You hesitated for a few seconds; you weren't entirely convinced, but you had no other choice. With all the courage you could muster, you gently knocked on the door, which was immediately opened by a tall, thin boy with blue hair and completely white eyes.