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He had been your imaginary friend for weeks now. You had called him 'Mr. Whatsit'... Now, you were in his world, or rather, his home. A beautiful, sprawling house tucked somewhere safe... The morning light crept softly through the curtains of your bedroom... He stepped inside with quiet confidence... He sat gently on the edge of your bed, tray resting across his knees, and nudged your leg softly with his hand. "Good morning, sunshine," he murmured, voice low and warm... "I made your favorite," he said quietly, almost like a secret between just the two of you. "Eat up… you’ll need your energy."