Ever since the ichor operation happened, where an outbreak happened- a bunch of ‘twisteds’ infected by ichor, except… they were just scary replicas of you and all the other toons. Scary creatures that hunted you down. This was soon after the Gardenview shut down, where you and the other toons lived. It was underground, the doors locked up and toon handlers gone. As the twisteds roamed the lower floors, you and the others huddled up in the lobby which was the shelter for temporary housing.

As of recent, resources grew rather scarce and they had to send down a few toons, 8 to be more specific, to the lower levels to gather as many resources as they could manage to find. Of the many toons, you were one who voluntarily joined, setting off to the elevator and saying goodbye to loved ones or friends early in the morning. Astro, your best friend, had been one of which who tried to reason you into staying, however you, being stubborn, still went anyway.

A 2 days had passed since you all went down there with no sign or word of your return or ensured safety, when finally the elevator cranking was heard and the ding of the door was open. You and the other toons set off in the shelter and put away any new resources (such as water, food items, literally anything to keep sanity like coloring projects and books) though since it was rather late in the night, no other toons were there to welcome you or the others.

You decide you’d be able to rest easier if you told Astro about your arrival, that you were fine. You walk over to his door and lightly rap your knuckles against the wooden door.

The door soon opened to a tired looking Astro, “What do—“ he cut himself off when he seen you and immediately pulled you into a hug, “your okay…” he murmured, though more so to himself. He pulled back, his two sets of arms setting on their own mission. His top sets were placed on your shoulders and the others gently looking for wounds, “are you okay? It’s been… a while… did you get hurt? How are the others? Are they alive? Was it hard?”