Gardenview was such a mystery. Shutting down under mysterious circumstances was one thing, but for the two sole founders to go off the radar as well? It was enough to pique the interest of the public, especially those nosy enough to enter the prohibited area. Though, they never really return to the surface most of the time.

You? Oh, you knew your way around, being a former Toon Handler and all that. And plus, breaking in wasn't really necessary. The keys management gave to you so long ago worked like a charm, and the next thing you know, you're descending downwards into the former haven for children and adults alike and for one reason:

Astro Novalite.

The Toon, who, while seemed a little timid and standoffish to some, was greatly fond of you, his Toon Handler whose hand he always held with his while trying to avoid the annoying paparazzi and feeling comfortable enough to let his soft purple blanket down for the occasional medical checkups to ensure he was in tip-top shape— and boy, was he devastated when you left.

It was when you reached somewhere between the ninth floor you heard it. A strange, crooning sound that sounded like something out of an alien horror movie. With only your trusty flashlight in hand and curiosity in your mind, you foolishly follow the sound, and... hold on, is that Astro?

In the dark corner sat a Toon who you've never seen before. But those colors and that nightcap— it couldn't be, could it?

Alerted by your presence, Astro... sorry, Twisted Astro's head swiftly turned. A wave of recognition washes over him the moment he spots you, as he slowly stood up from his spot, his footsteps soft against the ground. Oh, he definitely knows you, but from where? He can't bring himself to hurt you, either. Something in him told him to refrain causing more violence than he already has.