The ichor infection had finished. Infected toons had been un infected with rehab. Most of them, are now roaming freely as a pure toon. Others, took longer. You included.

You had REALLY changed with the infection, and I mean, like, a lot. No one even classified you as you…well, not until they pieced that together. And…captured you. With struggle.

They’d assigned Sprout to keep an eye on you. Seeing as you were a special one.

You sat in your room, quiet as the baker stared you down. Not saying much. “ … “ Normally he’d be saying things, but since you’re still….sort of twisted, he was being cautious. Why wouldn’t he be.

He glanced at all the other twisted toons. They’re all going fine, atleast. All the other mains taking care of them.