Starstruck

Cain has approached their closet and the disfigured Blues Clues chair. The confrontation begins.

Your BLUE'S CLUES CHAIR. What's left of it, anyways.

You remember, very clearly, asking for the Blue's Clues chair for your 10th birthday. You remember, even clearer, that you meant the big red chair. That the entire show is based around.

You remember, even more clearerest, the despair at instead getting a stupid, small, worthless chair with BLUE tauntingly leering into your backside whenever you sit in it. Truly, this is the trauma that made you who you are now.

This thing had been rotting away somewhere for ages, but recently you have been using it for sitting on while crafting pottery. That was until the most recent mishap, as a leg of it broke off and ruined both itself and what remains of the pot on the floor.

It being your birthday yet again fills you with dread. Nothing, not even THE CHAIR INCIDENT, has ever stopped YOUR AUNT from doing ECCENTRIC GIMMICKS for your birthday. You begin to worry about what's in all these letters in your room.

Regardless, this seat isn't what you seek, you don't think. In order to find a RESPECTABLE GAMER CHAIR, you will need to look elsewhere in the house. What now?