My Crazy

I fumbled around with my pencil. It's hard to hold pencils with paws. Finally, I managed to hold it right, so I began to scribble on the paper. The small, musty room I was in had a tiny barred window, had a lumpy blanket for a bed, another softer blanket for Spoopy's bed, and a wooden table. This was my house. All of it.

~''Oh, you're new around here, aren't you? They unfroze you, heh?''

''Oh.... okay. Oops.''

''Yeah, I guess I'm going to exposition dump you. You see, they attacked. And the Alphas did a fight thing. The Alphas had to amass a gigantic jammer army, and it didn't work. In fact, it worked so unwell, that t~''

"What are you writing?" Spoopy asked, interrupting my train of thought. She was trying to peer over my shoulder I glanced at her, before focusing back on my paper.

"Ooh, is it a letter?" She put her tiny paws on my shoulder, trying to pull herself up.

I was about to answer when a someone thumped on the door.

WIP [Feel free to edit any grammar mistakes (NOT spelling). Also, you may not edit beyond grammar unless given permission.]