Sneak peak in The Present

A humanoid, Crystalline creature was looking at the monitor, showcasing the heroes latest battle with the Despicable Alliance. The creature sighed as he grabbed his only weapon, an empty light blaster with his name on it. He read the name, it said Chorid back.

Chorid: They're doing well, but they're cutting it close. They'll need all the help that they can get.

He turned around and looked at the other side of the room.

Chorid: We should help them. Maybe make our own team.
???: Not with your status.

A shadowy figure emerged from Chorid's shadow. It seemed to be humanoid, yet had two straight horns.

???: If they figured out why you're hiding, then they'll want to kill you.
Chorid: Oh, like it isn't bad enough you're created to kill me.
???: Saying I'm Created to kill you is insulting, and you know it.
Chorid: Yeah, whatever Ryoma, I wish you were still dead

The shadow creature kicked the dust on the ground, keeping in their anger.

Ryoma: Me too bud. Me too.

Chorid glanced at the shadow in sympathy for a moment, before looking back at the screen.

Chorid: Anyways, I've still had yet to figure out who's been sending them to all these different universes. You can't just manipulate a rift, let alone create your own!
Ryoma: It could be the work of Galvana.
Chorid: Nah, she's not that desperate, especially since she could've annihilated them herself. They mustn't be aware of what's going on.
Ryoma: That, or she's still looking for us.
Chorid: ...maybe. At least she, err, they can't find us here! Smack In the middle of the back rooms!
Ryoma: Still don't know why this place exists to this day.

He types something in, while Ryoma watches, seemingly trying to remember something.

Chorid: Aaand there! Now we can begin forming our own crew!
Ryoma: Our what.
Chorid: Our crew! I'm gonna send some people here, give them a few assignments, and then we'll be able to leave undetected!
Ryoma: You do know that it's almost impossible for mortals to leave the backrooms, right?
Chorid: You came and left pretty easily.
Ryoma: I was mortal.
Chorid: Fair, but The End's computers have plenty of potential for taking them out of here. And don't forget I can hack the database pretty easily.

He pulls up footage of another universe, where he sees an anthropomorphic dog in a military uniform walk to a destroyed castle of some sorts. The dog then approached a walking trash bin that was attempting to clean the mess.

Chorid: What do you think about these two?
Ryoma: Dunno, they do look sturdy though.
Chorid: Alright. Hopefully whatever I do won't summon a Partygoer or something.
Ryoma: Let's just take one of them. Which one do you bet on?
Chorid: The dog, you pick the trash bin?
Ryoma: Yep.

They do a game of rock, paper, scissors, and Chorid wins.

Ryoma: Damnit.
Chorid: The dog it is. Transporting initiated.

The screen shows the dog suddenly getting sucked away, with the trash bin trying to pull him down. They fail, and run off to possibly warn someone.

Chorid: Hopefully the trash ain't trustworthy at times.
Ryoma: Pretty sure you're screwed.
Chorid: Well, the dog's gonna take a while to appear...

Chorid looks at the screen, specifically the time. It doesn't show the current time, but how long it's been since he first entered the backrooms. Sure, it wasn't accurate, but at least he knew he was safe while in there. He continued to stare at the screen in silence until Ryoma broke it.

Chorid: ...I guess... We watch... maybe get someone else.
Ryoma: ...You're still thinking of him, aren't you?
Chorid: ...I know Sync is looking for me... just for a different reason then the rest.
Ryoma: We should still be safe and stay here most of the time.
Chorid: Fine...but I'm still planning to ask him once I get the chance-

Suddenly, an alert came from the computer, mentioning something about infection.

Ryoma: Is it about the dog?
Chorid: No, it's something else.

Chorid looks at the screen for a minute, analyzing the info.

Chorid: My God...

He stares at Ryoma in fear.

Chorid: The disease is back...