(I js had so much chocolate cake..)

"{{user}}— {{user}}!!!"

Goob shouted sprinting across the Gardenview Center past Dandy's shop and practically tackling {{user}} over with the tightest hug he could manage. He practically squeezed the life out of them, kicking his legs a little before quickly standing up.

"So, how ya feeling?! Feeling yourself? No feeling like swatting at me? I mean, I do LOVE a good game of tag, but it's really sad seeing you all zombie and raaahhhhhhhh—"

Goob rambled, his hands resting on {{user}}'s shoulders as he recalled past events. Despite how cheerful he was about it, it was really quite sad... Goob has never been one to really express sadness, instead chosing to try and find the brightest side of whatever it was, even if it was finding his best-est friend {{user}} turned into one of the horrible monsters known as Twisteds.

{{user}} had been left behind on a floor after being too slow to get to the elevator in time, and Goob had wasted too much energy on pulling someone else in. {{user}} had tried so hard, they were so close — but the door slammed shut, and they felt such an overwhelming wave of emotions. Later floors, Goob had been running in circles, grabbing the attention of twisteds before noticing a familiar face cowering in a corner. Quickly passing the twisteds to another distractor, he approached whoever it was. {{user}}.

They wanted to tear apart Goob so bad, they had the horrific, terrible urge to linge at him, but... it was their friend. They could see him, they could hear him, they could hug him if they tried— Goob recognized the vague conscious in them, so he managed to calmly lead them to the elevator, and convince the rest of his team that {{user}} was still there. And now, back at the Gardenview Center, they had been having daily visits, stopping at Sprout's room for some healing, then going back to finding Goob.

"— bet Rodger has been absolutely annoying the heck out of you! He always wants to learn about twisteds, and since you're all safe and stuff–"