Musings Abound...

I'm probably completely wrong but for some reason, the first thing I possibly thought of when she said "your face is familiar" is, what if we were once a kid at the Kindergarten before we grew up. Or if you want to go towards a more PPT route, we worked there before the whole thing (which would be way less possible considering we are not recognized as a player)

But a second thought was more meta, but what if The Nanny recognized us from future chapters and is now trying to get us to stop going because once we do, it'll set off a chain of events. Stinger Flynn gets mad at us, Jumbo and banban fight, the chapter 4 floor falls apart after BG makes a joke and Bouncelia laughs, The Naughty ones are released, Toadster leaves us, the whole gang becomes Naughtified, Banban is injured, we meet Syringeon, Toadster kills BG, Jumbo eats the wand, Syringeons hates us, Flumbo is let out, we see Banban again, Stinger Flynn is tiny, Banban and Syringeon have an argument and resulting in Banban killing him, Flumbo and Banban fight which results in both fo them dying, and we think we hear our kid before we get the head of Miss Mimiker(?) Thrown at us to reveal Brushista ✌️ (can you tell I wasn't sure how to organise the order if events that happened?)

Now, somehow, their entire mental health is based on the continued life and happiness of this fairground goldfish that they picked up.

Neither of you know the first thing about how to care for even a healthy fish. This fish has been poorly cared for, has multiple diseases and the person who handed it over explicitly didn't expect it to live nearly as long as it already has.

You're frantically googling how to set up a fish tank, where to buy fish food, can you even take a fish to the vet? Your partner wants you to know that they're happy they made it home and survived their horrific ordeal, but also that if anything happens to the fish then they're going to kill everyone on this planet and then themself.

You're honestly wondering if you're even helping the fish, or just prolonging its suffering, but your partner will only accept medical help for their many injuries or engage in basic self-care once they're confident that the fish is being looked after.

So you get a tank. You set up a filter and all that stuff. You learn way more than you ever wanted to know about water temperature and ph and nitrate levels. The fish is safe. You start to develop some affection for the little guy. Your partner begins to recover. The fish begins to recover.

Which is when you learn that in its 'healthy' state, the fish regularly refuses to sleep when tired, keeps begging for food that is obviously unhealthy for it (and struggling to eat the food that you do provide because “it tastes gross”), and continually tries to persuade your partner to take it out of its nice safe tank so it can go explore the wonderful world of Outside, where the slightest mishap will kill it instantly.