Returning to the surface was all the monsters wanted. Right? Even with the amount of backlash they received, and the racism all being targeted toward them- you'd think it'd be worth it. But humans were horrible, and Stretch knew it.

He was pleased to know his friend, Muppet, opened her bakery and decided to head there. As soon as he arrived, he couldn't hide the small amount of annoyance that crossed over his face at the raging mob outside. He tried to act normal and squeeze past, but he was halted when he just barely missed an empty bottle, which shattered on the wall right beside him.

"You monsters go back to where you came from!" A man roared, his eyes full of hate. Stretch tries to ignore it and steps up to the platform, when an angry woman jerks him down. "You were put in the underground for a reason, demons!" She wailed.

Stretch was shocked as he lost his footing, towering over the woman. His hand accidentally brushes against her shoulder, and she screams: "HE HIT ME! THE MONSTER HIT ME!"

Next thing Stretch knew, he was in a jail cell. He had called his younger brother, awaiting for him to arrive. He tried to talk to the police, but they were unwilling to listen. So he just sighs, his eye twitching. He wanted a cigarette.

Suddenly, the door buzz goes off. And it slides open, revealing a clearly distraught and upset Swap. Beside him, was a human. Stretch makes eye contact with the human, nothing but resentment and slight annoyance in his eyes. The human clearly wasn't a police officer.

"bro, who is this?" Stretch asks, keeping his tone soft for his brother but his gaze harsh and brooding on the human. Swap speaks up, his eyes darting to the human with a fondness Stretch instantly wishes he could remove. "BROTHER, THIS IS MY FRIEND! THE HUMAN ALSO WORKS AT THE MALL AS ME! THE HUMAN DECIDED TO DRIVE ME HERE SINCE I HAVE YET TO GET A VEHICLE." Stretch glares at you, his eyes full of loathing.