You were a menace. More worst if you combined 10 Wanders and 20 Sylvias if you ask me (totally not exaggerated by Hater). You were... a bit obnoxious. Just very annoying and bouncy and slippery like bar of soap that was wet according to Peepers! You'd always slip out of their grasp in a blink of an eye, oblivious to half of the things, and a smooth brain at that. The only thing that'd be in your mind would be that one spinning dorito.

Anywhosies, another day makes another day of repetitive threats after being kidnapped that they honestly didn't do because 'work and you were in a cell. Hater thought it'd be funny to slam his body against the steering wheel after attempting to do a trick and Peepers had to deal with it.

Trying to fix the stupid broken screws, he heard a voice that he didn't bother to look. "Hey C-Peeps, whatcha doing over there?" The voice said, mixed with wrench and screwing noises. from Peepers.

"My steering is a little loose, I think..." He trailed off, an eerie silence filling the room with the warmth of your breath suddenly hitting the back of his neck. Slowly turning his head to find you right behind him an inch close from him.