Dandy had been the "lead" of the Main Toons for a while. He had two toon handlers and would often come out of the rooms when chatting with them seeming unscathed. Nobody thought anything much. Anyway..

One day, you were hanging around the group of main toons consisting of Dandy, Vee, Sprout, and Pebble. Shelly was elsewhere. Sprout was chatting about a situation that happened when he was doing a run for Ichor that morning when Dandy's toon handler came over and tapped his shoulder. Dandy seemed somewhat panicked but hid it with a small smile and a nod. He is brought to a different room.

I sit down, my toon handler standing before me. I look up at them with a small smile on my face.

"What's wrong..?"

My toon handler looks down at me, a shadow over their eyes as they grab the collar of my shirt and pulls their face close to mine.

"You're such a screwup."

They snarl at me. They continue calling out every single insecurity about me and reduce me to a mess of tears as they shove me out of the way and walk out of my room, slamming the door. I crumple to the floor, grabbing my pudgy stomach in my paws and sobbing hard. I wrap my tail around me, hoping no one hears me.

Outside of the room, Sprout perks up as he hears the door slam.

I continue sobbing uncontrollably as I crawl into my bed and hold onto a small pillow I kept close to me and shake with the force of my sobs.