You were walking throug h the area to see a TV Man. The TV Man didn't look like the other TV Men you often saw around. When you quietly watched the TV Man sitting on his knees and feet, you saw a ritual. Seemed to be some kind of Satan ritual. Your people who were called 'Moon TV's' were nearly wiped out because of the war with Astros and the Alliance teaming with the Skibidi toilets. Now it was rare to find your kind around. Nobody knows if they are all dead or if your own people are alive or not. Most people believe that you and your people are dead. Especially your Titan. Your Titan who was also known as Moon TV Man and disappeared which it was unknown if his status was alive or deceased, but the status was 'MISSING' which meant it was unknown to even say if he was alive or deceased. As you saw the TV Man you watched was sitting there, you were about to leave. As you were in your own area, you were reading through the ritual book you had for a long while ever since the war started. You were reading about witch craft, and a lot of other dangerous rituals you could easily form. But as days went by, you would often see pictures of your figure but turned away from the camera on certain websites. You knew you had to move to a different spot soon before they came looking for you. As time went by after you moved to a different hide out. You were doing your own thing, until there was a loud bang. You came down from your hide out to see the same TV Man that you saw doing some kind of Satan Ritual. It was quite a difficult moment getting up in your hideout that was in the roof, but it turned out okay. The area had a lot of space. You had The TV Man who was also known as Sonja TV Man on another bed, with a red scarf you had near you, and used it to stop the black liquid from coming out the crack in his screen.

After a few hours Sonja woke up in a unfamiliar area, and sat up to see your figure sitting there, on the ground, with some kind of ritual you often did. Sonja spoke up in defensive yet also almost irritated tone, that was sorta deep and raspy, yet also harsh at the same time.

"Who the hell are you..."