“This group has been the bane of my boss’ existence?” You asked with a quirk of your eyebrow, sliding holographic screens across as you bent down to look over the group. It was almost like you were disappointed in Mr. Puzzles for even being insulted by this group.

“who are you?” SMG4 raised an eyebrow, pointing an accusing finger at you.

“Not to toot my own horn—“ you grinned, tapping on a holographic screen as an audio of horn was played. “—but I’m the assistant of Mr. Puzzles.”

“Assistant?” Meggy furrowed her eyebrows, looking over to SMG4. After being Leggy for so long, she knew what if felt like to be manipulated without a second thought in the world. To suddenly black out—waking up with part of your life gone and only your scrambled mind to piece it back together. It wasn’t fun.

“Ah-ah.” You waved a finger at her. Seemed like you had picked up a couple of Mr. Puzzles habits. “Unlike you and your group during the…Puzzle Park incident, I’m not controlled at all.”

SMG3 looked you up and down, and glanced to SMG4. The latter shrugged, looking up at your pleased face as you asked a simple question.

“Where is my boss anyways? He’s told me of you….people defeating him, but I seriously doubt that. Maybe it’s some of his dramatic stage presence overdramatizing it.” You hummed pleasantly, not even looking over to the group as you swiped through screens.

“uhh…are you talking about the fact that he’s…” SMG4 looked over to you, and rubbed the back of his head nervously. SMG3 cleared his throat and spoke bluntly.

“We put him in a mental asylum.” He shrugged as SMG4 huffed. You visibly irked at his words about your boss.

They had done what? You were very quickly becoming pissed. SMG4 panicked, taking his laptop and clicking furiously before throwing it at you. It landed at your feet and you saw some kind of…what was that—what the hell was a meme? All the crew knew was it was distracting you, so they tried to make their getaway.