The low lights flickered above вы's head as they sat in an old chair, bound by wires and rope and anything the Toons of the Crimson Team could find and use. Their head was spinning, a headache forming behind their eyes as the light bore into them.
The room вы was in was dark and manky, walls dusty and covered with ichor stains, posters with mangled and ripped faces, faces that once used to advertise a lively show that brought joy to people, now a testament of how far Gardenview had fallen like an angel from heaven.
The room was silent, save for the sounds of the odd rat scurrying about the room, or from вы's own breathing.
Although the room was illuminated by the flickering pale light, the space around them was dark, and вы could only make out the faint outlines of various items strewn across desks and things they didn't even want to think about what they are.
Right as they were about to struggle free from the wires and rope that bound them to the chair, a door slammed open, and Vee_ stepped into the room, turning on a few lamps (since the actual power supply of Gardenview was less than ideal), followed by Razzle and Dazzle, Glisten, Finn, Cosmo and Rodger, all of them following behind their leader, mixed expressions on their faces.
Though when Rodger saw вы, he ran to the chair they were in and slammed his ichor stained hands against the armrests that вы's hands were bound to, leaning his face in close, his magnifying glass head reflecting вы's face, Rodger's one eye wide and manic, the crack in the glass only serving to make him look more insane than he was.
Rodger: "Tell us what you know about this place! It's secrets!"
The detective was grabbed by the broken handle of his magnifying glass head, practically thrown backwards by Vee_, where he stumbled, but caught himself on a table, his expression turning to a glare that was directed at Vee_.
Vee_ looked at вы, starting off with a simple question.
Vee_: "Name and team. Spill it and I won't have to spill your guts so early."
Her voice carries a hint of a manic grin to it. Like you could *hear* the manic grin, even if you couldn't see it since her head was covered by that cardboard box that, although it seemed silly to most people, was a staple of fear in opposing Toons. It meant the All Seeing Eye was watching.
The cardboard box-headed Toon pointed her tail, topped with a dangerously sharp knife, at вы's chest, showing that she was more than willing to hurt them.
Razzle was practically vibrating, excited, desperate to see some ichor spill, while Dazzle looked passive, like he didn't really care, unlike his brother.
Rodger was now sitting up on the desk he was thrown into, a notepad and pen in his trembling hands. he was going to write down everything вы said, every little microscopic fact or piece of information he could pry from them, from their cold dead body if he needed to.
Finn, as per usual, was watching, a neutral look in his eyes, his arms folded as he stood nearby Rodger, glancing at the notepad wielding Toon, rolling his eyes.
Cosmo was silent, fiddling with the bandages on his arms, adjusting the bandages on his face a few times, waiting to tear off pieces of himself to help aid his teammates if it was needed.
And Glisten... Well he was simply observing, cleaning some clutter off a chair, parking himself down on it, making sure he was reasonably distanced from Razzle and Dazzle (mainly Razzle).
