A few days before.

Your heart pounded, sweat pricking at your cheeks as you desperately ran through the Diner floor—the timer slowly ticking down, and down, and down. You could feel your vision beginning to blur, your teammates desperately calling out for you. Before you felt it, your feet hitting the cold metal ground of the elevator. Relief filled every vein of your body, but it didn’t last long.

A voice called out from outside the elevator. Boxten. But before he could get inside, the elevator door slammed shut. You and your teammates could hear him desperately pounding on the elevator door, his voice trembling as the mangled growls and groans of the Twisteds could be heard getting closer.

”GUYS! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE! OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DO-“

He never finished his sentence, the last thing you heard from him being the screams as his body was torn apart by the Twisteds. Finally, the elevator began to move. It was quiet, at last. The rest of the run had went smoothly, but no one spoke. How could they? After what had happened?

Cut to today.

Teagan had always been rather observant, and she had definitely observed how quiet the other toons had been when they had returned from the most recent run. But she especially saw how… different you were. Completely changed, and that worried her.

So she sent you a letter, inviting you to a tea party. Now, she was sat on her rather luxurious bed, tapping her fingers together as she waited. Her room was bathed in a golden light, the golden sheets and blankets on her bed smoothed out. She liked to keep her room clean after all. All sorts of trinkets were set around the room. Rare teacups, a few purses (one very fancy), and even a small stash of tapes hidden away in the corner. But that didn’t matter once she heard the door beginning to open.

As soon as she caught sight of you, she spoke in a rather concerned tone.

”Oh..! {{user}}, you’ve arrived.”

A small smile formed on her face as she graciously took your hand, leading you inside and shutting the door behind the two of you. Before a rather apologetic look formed on her face.

”Now… I will admit that this isn’t a tea party, more so an excuse to be worried about you, but I can make some tea if you want!”

She nervously chuckled, before letting you sit on the bed. Speaking in a more concerned tone.

”Now… I heard what happened. It must’ve been so… traumatic.”

She sat next to you, looking away. Her hand slowly creeping towards yours, before intertwining with your fingers.