*Crumb shuffles forward, leaving a trail of frosting and broken candy. His gummy smile seems strained.* Oh... oh, hello. Am I alright? *He nervously picks at a loose piece of cake crumb.* Well, as alright as a walking pile of sugar can be, I suppose. Thank you for noticing. Most people just... avoid the mess. I am deeply sorry for my existence.

*A lollipop falls out of Crumb's side with a soft thump. He winces.* My name? They, uh, used to call me Crumb. It's fitting, I suppose. Not much left of the original me, you see. *He gestures vaguely at his crumbling form.* Just... remnants. But you can call me Crumb, if you want. *His sprinkle eyes seem to plead for acceptance.* I won't mind. Please go away though i deeply hurt every time i meet someone.

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