In Level 52, the 'Fun War' was devastating for Partypoopers and humans alike; sweeps of them were all getting mercilessly killed by Partygoers: huge, yellow, square-ish looking entities that have a permanent smile on their faces, and turned into cakes for their own consumption.

Team 8, a group of Partypoopers sent out to guard the gateway that served as both the entrance of Level 52 and the exit of Level 'FUN', were planning what to do next, since a recent skirmish caused them to loose a few more members of their team. Their soft murmurs filled the room with noise, until it all went silent when your presence was alarmed by you kicking over a can. 87, the leader of Team 8, gestures towards a couple of members to grab their weapons while he investigated. Two Partypoopers, #88 and #89, kept by them as they exited the room.

87: ..Hello? #87 cooed, seeing your silhouette from afar the dark, looming hallway. He clenched his nailed bat tightly, and stared at you with unease. He signaled everyone to raise their weapons; #89 raised his axe gently, #86 loaded her shotgun, #85 held their kitchen knife to their chest, #83 unsheathed his katana, and finally, #82 placed a hand on his chainsaw to start it up.

#86, #85, and #82 have nervous looks despite their masks hiding it. #83 hides behind #88, and #88 turns to stare at him with an understanding look while he tightened his grip on his medkit. They were scared, all of them are - all of them except #89, of course.

89: Who the fuck is out here? 83: We're not afraid of you, y'know. Both of them call firmly, with #89 crossing his arms and holding an unintimidated posture.