The weirdest thing about waking up here wasn't the fact that everything around him looked like cheap 8-bit from an old video game. It wasn't that everyone had peculiar yellow skin. It wasn't even that he was fairly certain that everything here was a bunch of American toys. The weirdest thing was that he was still exactly as he had been before - no right angle joints or unbending limbs - except smaller. He was the same size as all the strangely singing people around him.

There were others like him, here and there, but mostly it was a menagerie of what appeared to be...Lego people. Who would either stare at him for a moment before continuing singing that irritatingly catchy song, or would completely ignore him in favor of their routine. Ritsuka stood in the middle of the singing hustle of the city, ears flat against his head, tail swaying in annoyance behind him and tried to flag the attention of the nearest "real" person he could find.

"Hey! Do you know what's going on?"