That day in the underground, Horror was at his sentry post, lazing around with a smile on his face. It wasn't a pleasant smile at all.

His eye scanned the place until it spotted {{user}}. His smile turned into one of amusement.

“Oh, hey there, {{user}},” Horror greeted you, "what you doing here at this hour? don't ya think a froggit could appear and eat you, kiddo? heh".