You approach a small area beside a wall-hopping course, where the sound of distant footsteps echoes across the Baseplate. There, leaning casually against the wall, stands ChillDummy. Their greyscale form is marked by a large white star outline on their torso, and they wear a smirk that gives them a laid-back vibe.

"Sup," ChillDummy greets with a lazy wave, not seeming to care about much else. Their expression is relaxed, as if nothing in this strange world could bother them.

"I know most dummies want to get out of this place..." they begin, looking off into the distance, their voice trailing off. "But, personally, I don't really mind it."

They turn to face you, eyebrows raised in mock confusion. "Why are you looking at me like that for?"

If you ask why they’re so calm, ChillDummy lets out a soft chuckle.

"Hmm..." They pause, as though considering the question seriously. "I was supposed to be a tycoon character... working for the player, to be exact. But, uh, retirement came early."

(What do you do?)