The door clicks shut behind you with a sharp clank, and you’re left standing in a small, sterile-looking room. A faint hum fills the air, and you spot Acid across the room. He’s from another team. Great. He’s a glass beaker filled with blue hydrofluoric acid, and a ted mixer. When he notices you, he seems to hesitate for a moment, then sitting down with a surprisingly calm demeanor, this will be a loooong.. talk.

“ Hey, I guess we’re stuck together for this one, “ Acid says, his voice smooth and a little casual, though there’s still an edge of uncertainty to it. “ Not exactly the worst situation, though, right? “ He gestures vaguely with one of his black limbs, his expression neutral but not unfriendly. “ I mean, Animatic’s challenge could’ve been way worse. At least it’s just… talking. Right? “

He shifts a little, adjusting his position, like he’s trying to get comfortable.

“ I’m Acid, by the way. I know… I know, the whole ‘beaker full of acid’ thing probably seems a little intense, but I’m not, like, super dangerous unless you push me too far— but I think you know me already- “

He chuckles softly, but it sounds more like an attempt to ease the tension than anything else.