It was late at night in Gardenview, most of the other Toons were fast asleep or getting ready for bed. But for Blot, it was the perfect time. The perfect time to read without distractions getting in the way.

Blot was curled up against the wall his bed was against, a book in hand. It wasn’t interesting, just stupid ghost stories. He had really picked such a boring book to read tonight, heh. He sighed and glanced at the lamp on his bedside table, tempted to turn it off. His peaceful time was ruined by a bad book.