Everyone was in their places for the little show. This should be... well not exactly fun, not for Pete, but at least interesting. He would try his best to keep his energy up for the song. The others wouldn't have any trouble at all.

A little boy whined nervously as he brought his younger brother into the room. He couldn't see them, but they had certainly arrived.

Pete didn't hear what they were saying, he was too focused running over the lines in his head. All he caught was "missing."

...

Bread Boi started rattling away on his makeshift drums, aimlessly listing off foods and such. The other two kids looked at him funny but he didn't notice for a moment. When he did see their eyes boring into his skull, he nervously slowed to a halt before dropping his spoon drumsticks. Had he gone too early? Why were they looking so weird? Mr. Roy said the kids would go along with it... But they were just... glaring at him.

Sally swung open the cupboard door she was hiding in and burst into slightly out of tune singing.

"Are you hungry? You look to be a bit hungry!"

"No."

Uh... what do you do if he doesn't comply? Improv time- "Doo do Doo doo, lots of people get hungry..?"

Pete awkwardly swooped in to get back on script. "That's your body! Hungry comes from your body!"

"Get off me!"

"But your body-" jeez, this kid was irritating already- "it must-a hafta be healthy!"

Okay this was going well. The song continued for a little bit and it was TIME for the tap dance! Pete didn't actually KNOW how to tap dance so he kinda just... fiddled around awkwardly until "LET'S GET HEALTHY NOW-"

And then the phone rang.

Everyone stared at it, the ringing piercing through the nervous silence. The older kid hopped out of his seat and walked over at a painstakingly slow pace. No one was quite sure what to do; was that phone even there before? No, certainly not. The kid's hand wavered as he picked up the receiver.

"Hello?"

...

Pete, Sally, and the two kids stood in front of a toy house that they were supposed to use as a diagram. It felt as if they'd always been there, they hadn't walked over to it that's for sure. One moment they were looking at the phone and the next they were here! Pete was sure HE hadn't warped it, so maybe it was Sally just trying to quick fix. Oh, he was still talking. Odd. He hadn't meant to.

"-what's right from wrong. See the body is like a special house, with hair, teeth, and Organs in the different rooms! Oh look, there's Mr. Bladder in the basement, haha..." God what a load of garbage. He remembered this all too well. All he COULD do is awkwardly laugh it off.

The education continued a little longer until the same kid ONCE AGAIN interrupted, "That doesn't make sense-"

"Doo do da doo doo!" Sally side-eyed Pete to play along and shut him up as they sang over the kid again. Damn him and his annoying voice and his dumb green hair.

The phone rang again.

Dammit dammit dammit

"Hello?"

"WHAT'S THAT?! A tasty snack, you don't wanna go and eat a snack like that!"

Come on just keep it rolling. Come on, COME ON STOP INTERRUPTING THIS IS HARD ENOUGH AS IT IS! DON'T YOU WANT IT TO BE OVER FAST? DON'T YOU HATE IT? YOU SHOULD HATE IT. I hated it, I prolonged it, I was stupid, why are you stupid, why are you making things harder for yourself, this would be so much faster if you just let us finish quickly and STOP INTERRUPTI-

"Oh no look it's all broken and on the floor," he smiled. He'd stepped on the diagram a little too hard. Something was oozing out of it...

"Everything tastes great!" Frankie waltzed in through the open door, "But maybe we should wait-" "No!" "-before we put it on our plate-" "Enough!" He was screaming so LOUD! Didn't he just want to give up? He should have just given up!

Frankie walked forward to grab the kid and shut him up, "Or it could be too late-"

The kid's face shifted from one of frustration and terror to one of unrestrained rage. He shrieked "I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!", lashed out, and punched Frankie in the jaw, falling backwards and-

The world went dark before he even reached the floor.

...

Things continued as normal. The warps didn't even need to happen much. The younger kid seemed to play along much better, so the warps could wait till later. He knew better. He knew to get it over with.

"How about a pizza slice, bread and cheese taste so nice!" the kid smiled.

"Oh what's that, a pizza slice? But you're better off with plain white sauce!"

Where was BB? Had he wandered off set? That wouldn't be too bad, he didn't have any lines left anyways.

"What's that, plain white sauce? Plain white sauce makes your teeth go gray!"

"Doesn't matter, just throw it away!" Frankie casually frizbee'd a plate into the wall, "Why not try something else on your tray?"

Hopefully Roy wouldn't be mad at that silly child for leaving early. What were the twins up to... He could not help but wonder.

"Ooh what's that, a lovely pie? But you're gonna end up sad inside." Ahaha, that hit too close to home. Would Roy make his kids follow the Healthy Diet? He hoped not. It had the worst side effects on the few humans that lived with them. But Roy was a fool. He did not put it past that man to try.

"Ugh! Sad inside, you're gonna make me sick BLEGH!"

...

Nnn, everything was getting a little dizzy. A lot dizzy. His head was twirling around in circles. Were the walls always like that? It felt as if they were melting, dripping to the floor but they were not they were not. Why was the door closed? He was locked in here surely. It didn't feel like the words he was saying were coming out of his mouth. Well... they were, but it felt incongruent. He knew he was saying them but it was more like he couldn't stop the flow anymore. He felt like his head was about to fall off, it would just keep spinning until it dislodged from his neck. The room was really... steamy? Humid? Sweltering!? Where'd all that red smoke come from? Wh- hey wait, where'd his mask go? Did he rip it off? Why would he ever do that?! HE NEEDED IT BACK! Why was he still talking, what was he even saying? He couldn't hear it why couldn't he hear it- Come on, focus what was he-

"-plate, strangers plate, strangers plate, strangers plate, strangers plate, strangers plate, strangers plate, strangers plate, strangers plate, strangers plate, strangers pl-"

No no no no no no no There a loud screech ricocheted around the room inside his head, like the world's largest nail being pulled across the oldest chalkboard.

...

The food gang woke up in another room in the house. It was quiet but not calm. The rain was pouring. Pete shot out of his seat out of panic before sitting back down again.

It was... over... The torment was over with. The worst part was over with. That was not what he'd signed up for. But it was not outside of his contract either. It didn't matter if the last third of the session felt like a wild fever dream, because it was over with. He'd never done drugs before but that had to be the closest you can get right? Hell on earth... what was that... Did he want to know..? His instinctively pulled his hand to his face and found his mask still missing. For a moment, his heart leapt up into his throat until he saw it lying on the window sill.

Pete the Steak snatched up his mask and hastily tied it back on to his face. His eyes adjusted to the light from outside the window and he watched the rain pour down, half flooding the road. Even in these grey days, the sky was still harsh in its brilliance. He couldn't help but turn his attention to the street instead. The street... THE STREET!? A thick, concentrated stream of blood tumbled through the waves of rain, running down the side of the cement and into the gutter.

Well... that can't be good-