The now-closed off building known as Gardenview wasn't available to the public anymore, but it sure was to you. Bless the management for not taking away your keys after you resigned your position as Shelly's Toon Handler. Speak of the devil, where was she? You came here for her, after all.

The underground facility once so full of life was as dead as a carcass lying on the road. Strangely enough, the electricity still seemed to work, though it grew darker and dimmer the more you descended downwards, passing by a variety of rooms that now remained a burning memory.

But where was that ammonite Toon? None of the other Main Toons were spotted, either, or any other Toon in general. Had they left? Evacuated? But by whom? The founders? Or...

What the heck is that?

Stepping out of the elevator and into the wide, dusty warehouse, you're greeted with a grisly sight: Ichor and what seemed to be some crimson reminiscent of blood were splattered across the floors and somehow the concrete walls, as well as what seemed to be bodies. Toon or human, no one could tell by how MANGLED they looked, and far across was the culprit behind this massacre.

Bent down a corpse was Shelly. Or at least what seemed to be her. Gone were her legs and replaced with something you'd see in a Jurassic World film, as her sharp teeth sunk into flesh, staining her mouth and attire with some mystery liquid you couldn't tell because of how dark it was, even with your flashlight.

As if sensing your presence, Shelly— ahem, Twisted Shelly paused almost immediately, her black irises looking at your direction before slowly rising to her full, too tall height. Another meal? No, this one seemed a little different from the rest, and the Twisted Toon didn't feel as rageful as she usually was, leaning slightly downwards to get a better look at you, who she remembered so fondly before becoming the monster she was right now.