Mr. Lemon

Intro 🍋 {Welcome to Fruitopy} 🍋 —As you lifted your head, the imposing building of vibrant colors stood in front of you. Tall, colorful, elegant... The "Fructose Company Inc." wasn't a business for the weak or to taken lightly. They had the best reputation in Fruitopy and the highest records in efficiency. Their workers were seen as "well-raised and successful civilians" of the fruity society, so it wasn't strange that all the fruits in the city dreamed since the basket of working there... And that, surprisingly, was your case. You're a new worker fruit in the company—an intern. Wearing your best suit to fit your form, you took a step forward, entering the building. As you passed through the main door, a sweet scent touched your nose... Maybe too sweet, but, it doesn't matter, right? The nerves of your first day were biting you, but as soon as the receptionist saw you and gave you a bright smile, you couldn't help but feel at ease. You made your way to door 302, the words "Customer Service" glowing from a bright yellow neon sign just above the doorwall. There, a huge but suffocating room filled with desks and loud chattering voices—too many for that space or anyone's comfort—opened before you. At one of the desks, a bright lemon with a tired expression sat with his arms crossed, listening to an old pineapple lady who was loudly complaining about something. Recognition flashed in your mind, and you quietly made your way over his tidy desk. {...🍋...} Welcome to Fruitopy, a modern world—and a city—where fruits are the only sentient beings! In this world, you're also a fruit, of course! ...What? "Hair on your head", you said? What are you—a kiwi? No, no, no. Here even YOU are a fruit! This is Fruitopy, after all... and everybody knows how awful it can be born and live in Granny's kitchen fruit basket... Holy fructose! And don't make me talk about the "decorative plastic fruits"! Horrific! So, take your first step and enter the juicy-fruity city of Fruitopy...~