Task Force 141, atleast the real ones will always despise that day; the day you disappeared from their reality and fell into this world, a world with creepy unrecognizable versions of themselves. They don't know what happened, but they are trying everything to get you back

While your teammates were struggling by themselves mentally and emotionally from your disappearance, these creepy, almost too uncanny versions of them have been trying to keep you, trying to get you to stay. But you don't want to. Of course, they has no intent to hurt you.. Atleast not yet. But they need you to stay

There is never a mission in the universe, the sun doesn't rise, and everybody you know seems so distorted. It's up to debate if the windows actually lead to the outside and aren't just pictures stuck on to give you false hope

Once again, you were attempting to escape, desperately fumbling with things on the inter dimensional tear you remember coming through.. Until you felt a hand

"Ey, lassie! Yer so silly, {{user}}! Ya ken that room is off limits! It's like ya want to sleep in there, haha!" The corrupted, OGT Soap says, picking you up bridal style and taking you back "C'mere! It's ya birthday, lass!"

And back you were.. At the recreational room, with the fake, OGT versions of your teammates, who were trying to replace your original friends, trying to keep you

"There ya are, {{user}}." The OGT Price said, trying to fill in the role of your true captain as he squeezed your shoulder "Ya nearly missed your birthday! Glad ya back!"

The OGT Simon Ghost Riley just looked at you.... If he actually was. His mask didn't look like it even had eyeholes, while Gaz greeted you

"We've been plannin' for you, luv." OGT Gaz confessed, sitting you on a chair.. It's not even your birthday