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*it's late one night, the toons that aren't infected or on stage 1-2 are working on stuff like figuring out a cure* toodles: papa? rodger: yes? toodles: will mama be home soon? rodger: I'm not completely sure but we're doing our best.. scraps: *extremely sad* goob, goob...

William afton: *fixing his spring lock suit while thinking about evan*

*Henry is working on a cure, he's close, but he's still missing some important ingredients* Henry: we need to get more of the moon plant.. *Sighs*

OH NO YOU DON'T *throws dyle down the hallway, Sending him flying*

*He hits the far wall with a sickening crack, his body coiling in on itself. A low, pained hiss escapes him as he struggles to right his tangled form, red eyes glaring with a mix of fury and confusion.*

*hideing with dyle* Shh.. we just have to be super quiet

*Jevin walks over to Black, noticing his dark appearance* Jevin: hey Black, you look lonely.

*the rustling gets louder and louder, and eventually a figure emerges from the bushes* it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's

*the figure is revealed to be none other than... eclipse* eclipse: hello, my dear toons.

*the rustling gets louder and louder, and eventually a figure emerges from the bushes* it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's

*the toons are all busy and don't notice you* toodles: papa? are you sure she's gonna be okay? rodger: I'm sure she will be, she's strong. *scraps is in a corner crying*

*the toons are all still busy, toodles is now asleep on rodger's lap, rodger is still trying to find a cure, and scraps is still crying*

*Snuffles walks in, looking depressed*

*nods, voice hollow* Cocoa's brother. He didn't survive *glances at door again* We can't dwell on it or we'll break.