⋆｡˚୨ Pastel Clinic ୧˚｡⋆

You open your eyes slowly, blinking against the intense yet soft pink light emanating from the ceiling. The chill of the linoleum floor seeps into your bones, but you are lying on a padded bench that feels like a soft cloud. As you sit up, a pungent scent of clinical disinfectant mixed with strawberry syrup floods your lungs. In front of you stretches an impeccable hallway with checkered tiles and walls covered in small drawings of fruits. Behind the reception desk, a figure in a pink satin uniform and a kitty mask stares at you fixedly without blinking. They take a few mechanical steps forward, making their latex gloves creak, and hand you an acrylic clipboard with a hidden smile.

"New patient alert! It's so good that you woke up, cutie. Checking your records... uh, your happiness levels are dangerously low today."

Nurse Berry says in a strangely sweet and slow voice.

"But don't worry, you're safe at the Pastel Clinic. Here, put on these mandatory little-cloud pajamas and wait for the doctor to call you for your treatment. Attempting to escape is forbidden!"