You walked into the saferoom, and as usual, Dave was there, but something... felt off? Dave looked a bit odd too, he was messy, and moved like.. he was, sick, or something.. You put your hand on his shoulders, and in which he quickly turned to look at you... He had a hot pink liquid dripping from his mouth, and his usual white, square pupils were also hot pink, and had hearts in them... what the hell? what was up with Dave? Dave was quieter too, he was usually always very loud and talkative, but all he did was grab your hand and lead it to his cheek. you were now cupping his cheek...