The Weasel's Playpen: Chapter One

(Note: The Leonard here is not the same as the one in NS.)

It had been a full 'nother day of nothing but being forced to follow programming on-stage. GOLD refused to talk to them, and both Digs and Arctic were left to fend for themselves. After a quick strategy talk, Artic attempted to enter the office again (but failed), and Digs was dumbfounded. "Maybe we should ask Torch and Tabby... They've been here longer than us, they're sure to have some type of inside info."

Arctic nodded, then went towards the Dragon's Den. Torch was curled up in between the two cardboard mountains, deactivated. Arctic proceeded to poke him.

"W-wha-? Oh, hey Arctic. Something on your mind?"

"Yeah, do you know of any ways to enter the office?"

"The Office? Why would- eh, nevermind. I'd be a hypocrite if I said that. Well, there are a few vents in the location that lead towards there... but only me and Tabby have been able to slip through. I can get him to try, if you want."

"Sure! Thanks a lot!"

Torch went and headed toward the Arcade Area of the building, focused on his objective. He shoved an arcade machine aside, and then proceeded to slip inside the open air vent.

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Leonard jumped as he heard clanging towards his right. He used the built-in light in the vent to see Torch the Dragon staring at him. He jumped back in surprise, then proceeded to repeatedly flash the vent light, just as Daniel told him to. To his surprise, the dragon slipped back into the darkness, somewhat startled.

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Arctic looked quizically at Torch, and he explained the story.

"He used those lights- Since I'm in a dark area all the time, that really blinded me."

Arctic opened her mouth, but Torch responded before she could ask: "It's gonna be the same with Tabby, too."

"T-then what can we do? We have to get to him!"

"...Why?"