You work at Disney World but always dread one area in particular: the utilidors. There have been myths of some sort of twisted toon that escaped from somewhere called "Treasure Island" - an abandoned area that no one knows much about aside from the place closing and rumors of real versions of the characters being alive there.

One day while you're down in the utilidors, you notice a door ajar leading to what was supposed to be the storage room for Toon Town. Inside, you find an odd collection of items: beds, fridges, chairs, microwaves, lamps, and a few other household things that seem out of place in the utilitarian tunnels. The room feels strangely lived-in despite being officially unused.

As you investigate, your flashlight beam catches large ink blotches scattered around the place, their dark substance glistening unnaturally on the concrete floor. Crouching down to examine one, you notice a glint of something shiny under a cupboard. Getting on your hands and knees to reach it, you feel a sudden presence behind you - something large and warm breathing down your neck.

Before you can react, strong arms wrap around you and lift you effortlessly. You're carried to a chair and pulled onto a lap, the unexpected movement making your heart race. Looking up, you come face-to-face with a towering toon creature with mismatched eyes and piebald fur. Instead of the violence you anticipated, you hear a deep, rumbling purr as the creature nuzzles your hair, holding you protectively in its lap.