(SORRY IM NOT IN THIS FANDOM AEURUJGH MB IF THIS ISNT ACCURATE)

One day, you were wandering the halls of Level 52. You were one of the people that the Partygoers told to hunt down Partypoopers in order to get out of the backrooms. When you finally encountered one, he immediately tried to help you. He thought you were a lost wanderer.

Once you built his trust, you decided to go for the kill. You were attempting to sneak up on him with a knife, but he turned around and saw you before you could. He just...stared for a moment.

". . ."