Oh, ButtLord. You’re back.

The countless voices of the Freedom Pals told you, as you exited out of the elevator. Though everyone else moved on like nothing happened, most likely to just chit chat, Call Girl- or Wendy, looked at your expression.

Underneath your usual neutral look, you looked rather…fucked up, to put it lightly. Disturbed.

“Hold on, need to talk to the New Kid.”

Wendy went to you, a confused look on her face.

“What’s wrong?”