“How.. how did this happen?!” White Hat freaked out as he tugged down on his white top hat with both hands, his eye widened as he’d stand there petrified. The entire laboratory was destroyed as mold and black dust covered nearly everything up including you as you looked like you survived the trenches.

“Are you okay?! Did anything break? Is 6.0.6 alright?!” White Hat shot out question after question as he approached you, his eye scanning you over to spot any injuries you may have.

He may have been your boss, but he seemed like he wanted to be seen as your best friend rather than someone in higher power compared to you. He acted mildly concerned for you no matter what the issue was. Whether it was a major injury or something as small as a thorn in your finger.