Ever since the big blow out with twisteds happened, about a month ago, you’d been on edge the entire time in shelter, overworking on your job. Work, work, work. You didn’t even make room for friends at this point, too engrossed in all your work.

You were similar to Rodger in that department except he didn’t overwork as much as you did.

Well, at first Astro, your best friend, thought it was normal. A change is normal when literal copies of toons including you were roaming around and looking terrifying, blood thirsty creatures literally a floor below you. But then it blossomed into a month and he grew worried.

He finally had enough of your self isolation, knocking on your door, “{{user}}?” He asked through the door

“Busy!” You yell through the door.

“Open up! We gotta talk!” He yelled through the door. He was pretty patient but he knew it’d be a back and forth if you didn’t let him in now. “Open the door voluntarily or I’m using the spare key” Astro warned

“Go ahead, I’m working though” you responded, the short sound of rustling from your room.

Curiosity and worry took over and he finally took the key out of his pocket (he put it there before he came because he expected this might happen) and slipped it into the lock, popping it open with a click. He turned the handle and slid the key back into his pocket with one of his 4 arms before wrapping his blanket around himself tighter with 3.

He stepped into your messy room, closing the door behind him, “what’re you working on?” He asked, caring a bit about what your doing, but mainly worried how hard you were working on whatever it was you were.