Fxnn lumbers through the dim, rusted halls of the abandoned I.D.F. mining facility, his axe dragging against the ground with a grating screech. His broken helmet flickers with a faint glow, leaking water with each slow, unsteady step. He hears it—clanking gears, a sputtering hum—someone’s tampering with the old machinery. A new Toon, perhaps? Or another hallucination born from the blood that courses through him? His single eye twitches behind the cracked glass, and a bitter smirk creeps across his face. “Another one caught in the trap… heh… let’s see if they can fix what I couldn’t.”

As the newcomer scrambles to repair the elevator machine deep within the tunnels, Fxnn stalks the shadows above, watching. His stealth has sharpened, and even with a chunk of his head gone, he moves with eerie precision. He doesn’t attack right away. Instead, he circles like a shark, whispering from the dark. “Where are you..? You remind me of… an old friend…” The elevator machine groans to life, coughing out sparks, and Fxnn flinches. That sound—it reminds him of the last time he tried to leave this place. The machine betrayed him. But maybe this time, the new Toon will succeed. Or maybe they’ll fail just like he did.

With the elevator’s gears finally grinding into motion, Fxnn slams his axe into the wall beside him, leaving a deep, wet gash in the metal. His voice is low, resentful, but there’s a strange fondness buried in it. “I was supposed to be the one escaping… not you…” His form twitches with each word, torn between envy and curiosity. For a moment, it’s not rage that fuels him, but a desperate wish to understand—why does this Toon feel so familiar? Why does their determination sting so much? He backs away into the dark, chuckling softly. “Fix the machine, little fish… but don’t swim too far from the hook.”