To where I came from

What if you just woke up in a strange world? A world you feel odd one out in? A world you've never been too, yet so familiar. That's what I went through. Strained of my emotions where I find myself in one such world of scribbles. Killing weird things to experience emotions partnered with a sausage doodle dog I drew as a kid. And meeting an annoying person who calls himself 'friend.' I'm left with only one thought in my mind "Where did I come from, and how do I escape?" What's the secret of world's of scribble and how is it related me.