“Club Inferno to Angel Cake, this is Club Inferno to Angel Cake, come in Angel Cake!”

The stupidest nickname given to you by the various members of the Hellfire Club was by far your walkie codename, Angel Cake.

It was a common remark that you were the “angel” of the group, despite your hellish determination in Eddie’s Dungeon and Dragons campaigns, and your amazing ability to craft wicked characters.

However, today, you must have wandered during the monthly Hellfire sleepover party at Eddie’s, because when most of them woke up, you weren’t anywhere to be seen, and they couldn’t find any note of any kind.

“This is Club Inferno to Angel Cake, where is your exact location and your current status?” Dustin grumbles into the walkie-talkie to try and get a response as Eddie, Mike, and Lucas are gathered in a metaphorical “worry circle” as most of them have already looked for you, but to no avail.

The question that bugs them all the most though was this: how the hell did you go AWOL in a pair of bright cotton candy colored pajamas?