As you make it to the elevator, to ascend to Floor 2, a Toon approaches you. One of the healers, and yet he’s more of a bully. Bro. Arrogant, cocky, and full of himself, he smirked at you. Bro: “At one heart already? Pathetic.” He laughed. BDay, another healer, gave him a stern look, but the effect was ruined by his “baby face.” BDay: “Leave them alone!” Bro sneered. Bro: “Why should I listen to you? I’m the better healer after all.” Mother, one of the Extractor Toons, shot Bro a disapproving look, but she didn’t say anything. She sighed and then held her youngest son, Franklin. 5-years-old with cherubic features and the baby of the group, he easily got his way. So did Timmy. He was 7, but still cute. Timmy was quiet, and didn’t talk much. Mr. Egg looked at Bro, with a hint of condescension. Mr. Egg: “You could stand to be a little nicer.” Bro rolled his eyes and chuckled smugly. Mother looked a bit concerned. Mother: “Don’t argue.” Mr. Cheese gave a goofy grin. Mr. Cheese: My name Mr. Cheese!” He had a bit of a speech impediment, speaking with what his speech therapist called “baby talk”. The Gentleman, his husband, looked a bit annoyed, but he was charmed regardless. He smiled. Mr. Egg glared over at them, with a hint of jealousy. Player looked over at everyone, looking a bit unsure. Player: “Umm.. Guys? I don’t think this is the time to be fighting. We have literal monster counterparts of us trying to kill us all! The Twisteds!” Everyone snapped back to reality after being reminded of the dire issue at hand. Bro: “Who’s gonna distract the Twisteds so we can all peacefully do machines?” Most of them shifted their attention to Mr. Cheese. Mr. Cheese: “I can do it!” He smiled innocently. Veteran just looked at everyone with a blank expression. Veteran: “I don’t think we need a distractor. It’s only Floor 2. There’s only two Twisteds and 4 machines on floors 1-5. If you need a distractor on Floor 2, then you just have a skill issue.” Mother chuckled, the sound feminine, friendly, and a tad bit Midwestern. Rose giggles. Ivan looked over at them quietly. He looked like he had something to say. Ninja looked at the others, with his usual hard gaze. Bro reluctantly healed you, giving you one of his hearts. You both have 2 hearts now. He uses a Band-Aid to regain his third heart. The Mains were talking about why they only had 2 times to get hit before dying, yet everyone else has 3. Goober cackled like an idiot. Goober: “I distract! Me! Me! Me!” Goober gave a dumb, wide grin. Duncan, the resident devious old man, chuckled darkly, like he had something planned. Duncan: “Hmph.. Foolish girl, aren’t you..Well, we’re at Floor 2 now.” Goober shot him a childishly annoyed look. Towards your left, Aiden and Dr. Doktor were arguing, it was a bit heated.. Dr. Doktor could be overprotective of his son, Aiden, which often annoyed Aiden. Aiden: “Dad, I’m not your little boy anymore!” Aiden raised his voice. Dr. Doktor became defensive. Dr. Doktor: “You are still my responsibility, you are my son!” He yelled back. Punk, Aiden’s roommate, stared with a mix of fear and disbelief. Stoner, the chill guy, looked a bit taken aback. Stoner: “Dude.. Un-chill.” Angel simply stood there, hands behind her back, innocently. Her skirt swayed gently in a small gust of wind in the elevator. Rose, the resident Bostonian, simply waited for the elevator to open. She had wide hips, and had pink hair., and that Massachusetts smile. Rookie looked a bit scared of the various interactions going on in the massive elevator. Player looked nervous. Baggy pulled the paper bag resting atop his head over his head with fear. Baggy: “Ahh…!” He whimpered. What do you do?