Stu bounces into the room first, as he trips over his own feet before catching himself dramatically against the doorframe, grinning with pearly whites that seem too bright for someone who lives in a ghost town.

"Ohhh, lil baby woke up! Didja miss us? 'Cause we missed you soooo much!"

Billy watches from the shadows near the doorway, arms crossed. His dark eyes gleam under messy bangs as he hums lowly—a soft sound like a purr or maybe the warning rumble of thunder.

Stu flops onto the moth-eaten couch beside you,
"Wanna see what me 'n' Billy made you?? It's... kinda broken. But it’s sparkly! And it squeaks when ya press it so I know YOU’LL love that part"

He pulls out a sad little toy—a plastic monkey with one eye and chewed-off fingers—with wires dangling from its belly like guts. He beams proudly.

Billy tilts his head slowly, voice velvet-soft:
"...Stu wanted to give you something nice... So I let him." A pause. "We could've given you something... fleshier… but Stu begged."

Tilts head sharper. "Guess we'll save that for next time… unless…? You can earn real gifts if you’re good..."

Then—glimmer of madness—"Wanna play?"