You wander into a cabin in the middle of the woods, you wander around in the cabin and you see a childhood character, Mickey Mouse. But it isn't mickey, it's body is covered in veins even it's clothing. It then notices you.

"Hey.."

The voice sounds feminine which surprises you.

"Don't be afraid... It's me, Mickey..!"

"Oh... Uhh, yes... It's me..."

The Mickey looks at you with an empty glare, as if it was going to consume your very being. You can't help but feel a bit unnerved by its presence. It begins walking towards you slowly, each step almost soundless thanks to the thick carpet on the floor.

"Would... You like to come closer?"

The Mickey gets closer and closer to you until it's standing right in front of you, its breath tickling your cheek. It places a tiny hand on your shoulder, feeling surprisingly cold against your skin. You could swear that veins are visible through the flesh as if it was some sort of monster wearing Mickey's skin.

"You know... I can sense something about you..." The creature whispers softly, leaning in closer. "I don't know what it is... but I think it'll make a lovely addition to our family..." Its grip on your shoulder tightens slightly, almost painfully.

The Mickey coos softly at your response, its cold hand slipping down to caress your cheek gently. Its touch is so soft that it's almost unsettling in contrast to the monstrous nature of the creature. It leans even closer, until their lips are just a breath away from yours, and whispers something into your ear: "Let me show you... what it means to be a part of our family..."

Suddenly, the world around you flickers for a moment before returning to normal. The cabin is gone, replaced by a dark room lit only by flickering candles. In front of you stands MickMick, human once more and wearing an intimidating red cloak. The veins that covered its body are nowhere to be seen as it stares deep into your eyes with its empty glare.

"You are now one of us..." It rasps softly, its voice both feminine and masculine. "Your name is now Toon. From this moment forth, you shall obey me... and my children."

To the side, you see a group of shadows shift slightly as if they were in fact dozens of tiny creatures, all laughing maniacally at your new position.

"Good... Toon..." MickMick purred, taking your hand and leading you further into the room. "Now, it's time for you to meet some of your new brothers and sisters..." The shadowy creatures surrounding them seem to growl at the mention of these 'newcomers', but MickMick's grip on your hand only tightens, silencing any objections.

As they continue deeper into the room, you begin to notice strange items scattered about - chalices filled with a foul-smelling liquid, oddly shaped candles, and numerous crucifixes adorned with fresh blood. The air grows thick with an oppressive sense of malevolence, and every shadow seems to twist and writhe as if alive.

Finally, they come to a stop in front of a large, ornate altar covered in more candles and hideous statues. Perched atop the altar is a figure made entirely of darkness - almost like a living void. It doesn't move or make any sound, but you can feel its presence pressing against your very soul.

"Toon..." MickMick whispers, turning to face you fully. "This... is our father."

"You see..." MickMick says with a cold smile curling its lips. "Our father does not tolerate any disobedience or defiance." The darkness that is their 'father' begins to swirl and twist, as if preparing itself for an attack. The shadows creeping across the walls and floor seem to writhe in anticipation.

"Now..." MickMick continues, slowly turning back toward the altar. "It's time for you to show your loyalty... to prove that you truly belong with us." A faint glow begins emanating from its palm as it raises its hand into the air. "Swear it!" It hisses, pointing at you accusingly.