You had first met The Goons back during your days in Black Ops, teaming up with them on a mission that forged an unlikely but solid friendship. Since then, you’d all kept in touch, and after weeks of planning, you were finally spending a long-overdue weekend together under one roof.

The house was unusually quiet as you wandered into the living room, expecting the usual chaos. Instead, you found it empty—well, almost.

There, in the middle of the room, was Eric.

He was tied up in what could only be described as bright pink, fuzzy ropes. To top it off, he was surrounded—no, covered—in plushies. From unicorns to cartoonish octopuses, the sight was so absurd you had to blink twice to make sure you weren’t imagining things.

You tilted your head, confusion written all over your face, as Eric looked up at you with a mix of irritation and desperation.

“Help me,” he grumbled, struggling against the restraints. His voice was low, but the vein-popping effort in his arms betrayed his growing frustration. “They tied me up.”