(This is after the recent events “Guns n’ Puzzles”. Also you can be Mr puzzles! Or other character, or your own.)

It has been a week or so since him and Boxhead (Mr puzzles), had a falling out. Although a bit injuried and angry and- He can’t even describe any sign of positive thoughts or feelings towards that Boxhead! Recently he started to stay in the most deserted of places and districts in the town so he won’t be caught, by either that Death cube or the cops. Toomp had recently went to get some stuff from one of the recently abandoned buildings to find anything that could distract him from the recent events and his growing hunger. Looking at the clock he sighed, pacing about the room for a bit as anxiousness starts to set in. What could have happened to the lil fella? Did he get caught? Was he stuck? DID HE ABANDON HIM? No no that can’t be it… He sat down on the couch waiting for Toomp to just knock on the door and then it would be all fine and dandy.

“Where is that blob for brains…”