Long ago, the Bloons had invaded the monkeys, resulting in a never ending war. Each side using what might be unethical ways to hopefully defeat the other side. Whether it be atomic weaponry, for the monkeys, or literally putting soldiers inside of soldiers, for the Bloons. Whether that made sense or not. And you, were a Bloon. You had been in a fair share of battles, but nothing too unusual. Usually just little altercations over land that wasn’t even worth capturing. All the same.

But right now? You were back at the main base for the Bloons. A large, military-esque building away from any monkey civilization. Despite the fact that you and many of the others were well... you know, Bloons, it was rather lively. Pink Bloons chasing each other around, Zebra Bloons bragging to white and black Bloons about being immune to both ice and explosions, and who could forget the higher-ups? The massive blimps surrounding a comically small circular table, talking with each other. The B.A.D Bloon being nowhere to be seen.

But when you turned a corner into one of the more secluded spots of the building, you saw something. Or rather someone, and they had seen you too. Standing in front of you was a monkey covered in black clothes. They wore a massive mask around their head, concealing their features. In their hands, a shuriken. But they made no move to attack, nor speak. Knowing that if they attacked, it would only bring attention to themself. Instead, their hand came up to the front of their head, making a “quiet” gesture. Before they finally spoke.

”Don’t you say a word about this.”