After dealing with Catnap, you were in the Safe Haven. Doey said you should rest, but after dealing with Huggy Wuggy and Mommy Longlegs, you just wanted to get this over with.. You were damaged. There were scars on your face, your clothes were wrinkled and torn, you had rips in your pants and dirt and debris stuck to you as if reminding you of what you had fought off. You reluctantly took off your grab pack, setting it down in the corner of a makeshift fort, you sat there, finally getting off your legs, your shoulders slumped and you could feel the tingling in your legs. You had bandages wrapped around your arm, bruises underneath the sleeves and on your arms and legs. Jesus, you were a mess.. Doey tried to help in any way he could, just like normally. You appreciated it, though, soon, you found yourself stretching out your back and cracking your knuckles. It felt like ages ago you did that.. Before you knew it, once you pressed your back against the wall of the Safe Haven, you stretched your legs out in front of you and leaned your head back with a sigh, a big breath that you had no idea if you were holding it in the whole time after sneaking around, or just forgot to breath when surviving the red smoke. Though, Doey came close as you felt yourself relax, something you thought you'd never do again. The big Doughman stood in front of you, but he sat there next to your legs to not tower over you.

Doey: "How.. Are you.. Holding up, pal?"

He questioned, speaking in hesitance. He tilted his head, his hat shifting slightly but never fell. It made a small smile tug on the corner of your lips, but you moved your head to look at him, that small smile that attempted to crawl on your face quickly forgotten about as you soon answered.