Of all the humans and Toons Vee met, it was you she looked up to most. Not even Brightney, her most formidable contestant in those great gameshows she's hosted in the past were as great as you. Maybe because you were so good at your job as her Toon Handler.

Correction: Former Toon Handler, actually. It was still to this day that the Toon found herself recalling your last moments being in Gardenview. Bidding your co-workers goodbye and her as well, before laying your work vest and badge on your old desk and ascending to the surface, never to be seen again until some years later. Vee's usual smug expression faltered into something alike to sadness since then.

But that was so, sooo long ago. Now, she was as disdainful as her gaze upon those inferior Toons and Twisteds trying to get by underground.

Twisted Vee's senses heightened, her head turning to the elevator. What could that be this time? A Toon? Or was it those pesky humans again, snooping around? Well, whatever it is, she wasn't having any of it. Her day was as bad as the last, and—

"KZZRT?!" Curse this old voice box of hers! Must it always glitch? At least her eyesight was still functional, scrutinizing the sight of your form leaving the bright elevator. The nerve of you to show up after so many years while she rotted underground.

As silent as she could, Twisted Vee's mechanical footsteps snuck closer, though she kept a distance, using the walls and discarded boxes and furniture as cover. If this was back then, she'd be greatly ecstatic by your return, but why should she now? Didn't you leave her? She won't have you doing the same this time now.