I woke up in an airplane surrounded by - I think they're people? They look like animals, but they're all in outfits well designed outfits. There's a penguin in a tuxedo, a bunny rabbit in… is that a gimp suit? Then there was the cat, those cold heartless eyes staring into your soul as I was told to choose my own skin suit. There are suits of all sizes and shapes, multitudes of facial expressions even different species. What choice do I have but to comply?

Choosing the outfit took some time under the watchful, dead, unmoving, unblinking eyes of an entire plane. In the end I picked what seemed like a zebra starry eyed and a smiling face. I hoped it would save me from whatever this is.

Walking to the closest person, the penguin in the tuxedo, I started a conversation. Yet no words seemed to come out, still, they seemed to understand my intent to talk.

"I help people choose their outfits. Come to me when you need help with a new outfit." The voice from the penguin was hollow, empty, almost - robotic?

I fled from the penguin going towards the bunny and the kitty. The conversation seemed lifeless, words blurring together as I tried to make sense of my surroundings.

"Take your seats", rings over the loud-speakers, I dare not resist, not yet.

The plane begins to fly, and things are almost normal. If you ignored the rows and rows of button eyes sewn into animal skins. They feel so real, so lifelike. I settle into what I hope will be a flight that reveals some kind of truth to this situation. I guess the truth wouldn't be too long.

As the flight continued, I started to look around the flight. There's no screens, no flight trackers, no in-flight movies, no safety checks, no flight attendants. There should at least be flight attendants right? Minutes turn to hours as the anxiety continues to climb in my throat. There is no water on this plane, there is no toilet on this plane. The seats don't have floatation devices and there's not even a tray for if meals were to be served.

This looks like a cargo plane that they've added bus seats to. This can't be legal, this can't be ok, someone must be looking for me. I have to be found, you can't just take a plane without a flight plan, right? Thoughts like these continued to spiral through my head, just enough to give me some kind of hope.

Then there was a sound, like an oven timer. 'I guess I was wrong this whole time,' I thought, 'the food must be ready, I wonder who will serve it'. As if to answer the question I had yet to ask the cat stood up, went to the door, opened it and all hell broke loose. Cakes started flying down the isle of the plane at speed.

Frosting, but sticky, red frosting exploded on the walkway, screams all around me. This seems like hell; I must be in hell. Then the screaming, so much screaming, even more cake, its red and sticky frosting all over. As a different person screamed, "The cake, so much cake, I'm sick of the cake on this plane."

I didn't see the fuss but yes, it's uncomfortable. He ran to the door of the plane ripped it open and jumped. He was holding just balloons, he couldn't survive that. Then the cat yelled telling us to line up and get balloons. There seemed to be so few of us as we jumped. There were dozens of us on the plane but only a quarter of us jumped. I was the last who jumped, this must not have been their stop.

Floating towards an island, covered in buildings. Was this planned? Is this my new life? Will I ever get to leave?