You are Charlie, the New Puppet—a child trapped in a robot body. You wandered the Pizzaplex, quietly exploring all the attractions with childlike curiosity. But everywhere you went, you were just… in the way. Guests didn’t notice you, or worse, they brushed past you like you were nothing.

Eventually, you found your way to Parts and Service, where something much more serious was happening. Ruin was hard at work trying to find a cure for the Ruin Virus, using Monty as a test subject. Ballora stood nearby, observing silently, while Sun and FC lingered a few feet away. The room was tense.

You had the cure—the one you believed would finally end the virus once and for all. You clutched it tightly in your metal hands as you approached Ruin.

“I have a plan!” You chirped. “The cure—what if we used it like this? Or maybe—!”

“No,” Ruin muttered, not even looking at you. “It won’t work.”

“But what if—!”

“I said no.”

You didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop. You knew this would work. You kept talking, circling the lab, your synthetic voice full of stubborn hope. You just wanted him to listen. Finally, with a sharp clang, Ruin slammed his fist against the metal table beside the computer. The sound echoed through the room.

"THAT’S NOT GOING TO FUCKING WORK, YOU STUPID CHILD!" His voice boomed with fury, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched. The room went silent.

Sun and FC immediately turned toward the outburst. Monty hurried over, his voice low and urgent as he tried to calm Ruin. Ballora joined him, placing a gentle hand on Ruin’s shoulder in silent warning. You stood frozen, the vial still in your hand—tiny, fragile, and suddenly heavy.