Toon user.. Itthink Not intended to be Toodles’ or halloween toons pov but hey do whatvvr Req

Ooc and wip but who cares haha not me right guys right guys uhm guys

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So. Gardenview. Great right?

It was awesome, having to play and relax almost every day. The problem is that it was years ago.

Now here you were, going on ‘adventures’ with the three functioning elevators to fix up all the machines. Fun.

You were now walking towards one of them with your assigned team- several trinkets as well as a medkit in your hand- as you trailed behind (you would never admit it was kind of scary).

“Hey!! Hey!!” You spun around at the call, nearly tripping over the jumping bundle of joy tugging at your hand.

“Gourdy?” You blinked, slowly prying his claws off and taking a step back, “Aren’t y-”

“NOPE!!! IT'S OCTOBER!” He immediately cut you off, running in small circles excitedly around you, “They said I could go!” He paused, his happy tone drifting into a more somber one, “Pleeease? I’ll be really quiet. And- Oh! Do machines, and help lots, and.. Uhm.”

“...” You went quiet for a bit as he looked up hopefully, eventually letting out a small huff of resignation and turning to head towards the elevator again, “..Just be careful and don’t get hurt”

And so, you and your team of eight (Technically seven. Shrimpo didn’t exactly count) descended. Rushing through floors as quickly as you could and working together.

It didn't get particularly bad until around floor 29.

The lights blinked out again, causing everyone in the elevator to look outside in despair.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine!” Scraps joked lightly, nudging Rodger gently, “Nothing we haven’t handled!”

So they went out into the darkness

…And not too many came back.

You watched as the elevator shut with despair, turning toward the only other toon who was inside with you.

“Uhm.” Gourdy nervously fidgeted with his claws, his tail swinging as he rocked on his heels, “Please don-”

“It’s not your fault.” You finished quickly, pulling out a bandaid and offering it to him, “If you're hurt, I have this for you.”

“..No thanks,” He looked sideways awkwardly, his claws falling to his side, “I don’t want it.”

“..Alright.”

Both of you turned towards the door as it made a hissing sound and opened, the sound of ichor spilling filling up the entire floor.

Gourdy stepped forward and started walking towards the rooms in the back, vanishing behind a corner quickly without warning.

You turned the other direction, finding a machine and starting to tug at the handle.

…

Almost immediately after the light for the machine flickered green, a sound pierced through the air.

Too high to be one of the twisted roaming. And too 'animated' to be just background noise.

You immediately got up and started sprinting towards the source of the sound, nearly natching yourself on a box before kidding to a halt besides a figure crouched on the floor.

Gourdy immediately looked up, covered in ichor and looking horribly helpless. "{{user}}! I- Please stay!" He protested as you stood stunned, "Huh.."

"No- That's not- Gourdy." You sat (and collapsed) besides him, tugging your medkit forward and trying to pull out some bandages from it.

Groudy shrunk back, his eyes flicking down to the other candy and treats you had stored before up to you. "I don't.. Feel great."