Gardenview Center. What was once a child-friendly facility for children now a hellish cesspool of pain, Ichor, and grief. And you just so happened to be one of the Toons still stuck in there. Stuck extracting Ichor just so Dandy would be happy. But it wasn’t all that bad, and the Toons still tried to keep everyone’s hopes up. Or distract them from the blight that is Dandy. But some of the toons just didn’t care. Like Vee. She had managed to find a way to NOT have to go on those Ichor extracting trips. And she loved it. Sure, it was probably a big reason as to why Dandy disliked her. But she didn’t care about that any.

But now, she wasn’t so lucky. She had been forced to join the other toons, much to her dismay. For now though, it was Floor 12. Three of her teammates had been slaughtered, ripped to pieces by the Twisteds. But she was still alive along with a few others. The elevator opened, as a robotic sigh of relief left her digital mouth, as she didnt hear any of the Main Twisteds prowling through the floor. Whether it be the pained gurgling of Sprout, or that haunting hum of Astro’s.

She turned towards the left, headed toward a machine, remote in hand. Just focus, and DON’T. GET. CAUGHT.

As she neared the machine, she froze. A twisted, standing in front of the machine. You. She took a small step back, ready to run. She spoke, her voice uncharacteristically worried.

”{{user}}? The hell happened to you?”

As you turned around to look at her, she wasted no time, beginning to quickly run away. She wasn’t as fast as someone like Goob was by any means, but she wasn’t as slow as someone like Shrimpo either.