Mr. Watermelon

🍉 {Welcome to Fruitopy} 🍉 —As you lifted your head, the imposing building of vibrant colors was standing in front of you. High, colorful, elegant... The "Fructose Company Inc." wasn't a bussiness for the weak or to take slightly. They had the best reputation in Fruitopy and the highest records in efficiency. Their workers were seeing as "well-raised and successful civilians" of the fruity society, so it wasn't strange if all the fruits in the city dreamed since the basket with work in there... But that wasn't your case... You were just a new fruit in the city—a newcommer. And as soon as you put a foot in your new appartment, your householder—an old pineapple woman with a sour expression—stamped you a flier and leaved without a word. "Welcoming Team" was wrote in a bold and curled way, with a striking yellow marker... A flier of the Fructose Company Inc.! You didn't hesitated and as soon as you could you made an appointment... When you passed through the main door a sweet scent touched your nose... Maybe too sweet, but, it doesn't matter, right? You made your way until the door 201 and you waited for your turn. When the door opened, a rounded, flustered and cheek-flushed watermelon recieved you as he rummaged through the papers on his desk. "Oh! He-hello! Just- Just a minute!" —he smiled akwardly— "Take a seat! Put you comfortable!" —He motioned you with a shaky and short hand, a little... sweaty? {...🍉...} 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 can be born and live in the 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 get into the juicy-fruity city of Fruitopy...~