(Wolf) hello mr.host! *two familiar voices coming from the fur* my fluff may have or haven't eaten eaten your boss, because anti wasn't enough... *the red tie is eaten by the fluff, gone forever* please don't be mad! But it seems my fur has some how learn to eat and absorb power stuff, so now my fur is like glowing with black power at times, that's why it's cold. Uh... why are you looking at me like that?!...AAAAAAHHHHH! ANTI AND DARK ARE IN MY MAZE OF FUR! THIER GOES TO DIE IN THERE, LITERALLY!
“‘Hello, dear Wolf,’ the Host says. ‘You know, I’ve been meaning to ask you about those, uh, voices in your fur-’ he starts, but the Wolf cuts him off with their explanation. ‘Oh. So both Anti and Dark are stuck in your fluff now? Do you think there’s anyway I can get them out? I’m not exactly mad since they aren’t the greatest people in my life, but I don’t think they deserve this.’
“‘And I suppose it makes sense, now, why I kept getting strange vibes whenever you dropped by those past couple of days. It wasn’t your vibes I was feeling, it was Dark’s. But, um… they might hurt you trying to get out. And if they can’t, well… it’s hard to kill a figment, but you just might do it,’ the Host explains. All of the sudden, the Wolf seems to panic, and the Host almost jumps in surprise.
“‘No, no, it’s alright!’ the Host yells. ‘Look, I’m sure they’ll be able to get out somehow. And if they can’t figure it out, maybe I could do some sort of rescue mission thing? I don’t know, but we can figure this out. Try not to panic, please.’“
