Darkness. That's all they saw. Cassidy walked through it for what felt like an eternity and found themselves in a strange, yet familiar world. The ground was pitch black and the trees were pink. The world itself seemed to glitch around them, like it was a broken piece of reality. The bear felt unnerved being there. Their once yellow fur was now white.

They kept walking through the lifeless forest and came upon a small body of water. Across the pink pond sat a man fishing.

"Hello?" Cassidy called out shyly. They couldn't tell what the fisherman was. Was he human? Was he an animatronic? Was he a spirit or a ghost? The fisherman glaced over at Cassidy and gently waved them over.

Cassidy walked over to him, taking each step with caution. The man, if you can call him that, was bright red. His face seemed warped, so Cassidy couldn't make out any details. He looked like a crocodile, or maybe a bird. Perhaps he was a wolf? He didn't seem robotic, but he didn't look organic either.

"Come, sit with me a while." He sounded old and worn, there was a slight distortion in his voice. The man patted the ground right next to himself, offering the bear a seat.

Cassidy took the offer and seated themselves right next to the strange man. The old man reeled his line in and recasted. He didn't even put bait on his hook and it didn't seem like he was catching any fish.

"What is this place? Where am I?" They asked the red fisherman, hoping for answers. The old man didn't say anything, instead he just pointed towards the pond. Cassidy looked at him, and when they realized the man wasn't going to saying anything they got up leaned over to look into the water. Within it's depths were the souls of children, so many of them, all screaming and clawing for air. They looked like they were drowning in the pink water.

Cassidy jumped back, if an animatronic bear could show expression they would have looked terrified. "Why are those children trapped in there?" The old man frowned and sighed a with tired lungs.

"Leave the demon to his demons. Rest your own soul." He put his withered hand on the bear's white shoulder and softy shook his head.

"There is nothing else."