Another year, another letter in the mail from Toybox Fatality. They seemed to be really persistant with you. So, reluctantly, you signed it this time, and still didn't read the fine print..

Waking up In a crowded room filled with people wearing literal necklace bombs around their necks wasn't what you expected at all. People were panicking, some asleep, some playing cards, they were sitting around like logs. Everyone seemed to actually get along, surprisingly. Some people were walking around and getting intro groups, some just.. were there-- but it was all interrupted when there was a sudden voice on the intercom.

"Hello, hello! Can you hear me?"

the voice was masculine, everyone looked up, but apparently the man didn't notice, and asked someone else about it.

"River is this thing on-??"

you suppose this so called 'River' said yes cause the man continued speaking.

"Anyways, welcome, everyone! Sorry that the room is a little cramped, we weren't expecting as much visitors as last game.."

The man sighs nervously.

"I forgot to introduce myself, how silly of me! I am Helit Applebottom, my friend here, is River Millerd! We will be your hosts, and yours truly, will be doing most of the talking this game!"

him saying that let out a couple of sighs from the room. The TV that rested on the side of the wall turned on, showing the man in all his glory, he seemed confident in himself, River was in the back, giving him a thumbs up.