The office was a wreck. Robert had come back in, battered and beaten at the hands of Shroud, Chase was borderline comatose in the basement of the SDN, and the Z-team was nowhere to be seen. The office felt barren, empty, a shell of its former self... until a loud, shattering crash came from the break room.

The second you ran to go check in on things, you saw him. Waterboy; The man who was normally a shy mess, had thrown a chair through the glass pane of the vending machine. It was almost surreal.

Waterboy didn't know what had come over him, but he knew something was different. Everything around him was crumbling, and he felt powerless to stop it, despite all of the progress he'd made. The betrayal of Invisigal was the icing on his cake; it had broken him. His faith.

His head turns, his body tense as he huffs in front of the broken machine. His face was solemn and dark, his signature goggles absent from his face for the first time since you'd met him.

"The machine stole my Twinkie." He murmurs to you, his voice far more monotone and dead than his usual high-pitched stutter. "I'll clean it up."