I consider myself pretty average, apart from my condition. Monochromacy. I guess I don't care about it too much, seeing as everything and everyone around me is familiar and the same three colors; black, gray and white. My life was going just fine...until two skeletons bounded into my life, with their companions following close behind. As the cliché goes, I take a liking to a certain one. But he's so... colorful, according to the others. How can I tell him about my sight problem when I can't suck up the courage to even stay in a room with him for more than ten minutes?