There was a silence in the cool nights air that was pleasing to Travis as he made his way over towards the ice cream shop that seemingly never closed, for it was apparently a front for something far more sinister than just confectionery sweets. Travis Woodcock, the first of his name, would make something of himself finally or die trying. As he neared the shop closer and closer, he could hear the pounding sound of music blasting from within and upon opening the doors it was almost as blinding as it was deafening as lights flashed and noises bounced all around as jukeboxes were placed inches apart from one another and all blasting the same loud song all throughout the place-- what was even more odd was the fact that there seemed to be no actual ice cream inside the entire place and it looked more like an open dance floor than anything.

"Hey baby, who invited you here?", a woman wearing flashy clothes bombarded him with this question not even five second after entering the place. Her earrings as bright as the lights that kept striking his eyes every few moments, as Travis noticed it was just a large group of shirtless guys all holding flashlights and waving them around to create the effect. Before he could take in what he was seeing, the woman once more asked the question but this time in a much sterner voice.

"Who invited you here?"

The question rang inside his ears while he attempted to fully recollect what happened. Was it a friend? Was he always meant to be here? He couldn't remember much that happened before a few hours ago, his entire life felt like a singular blur that lead up to this very point. Unable to put that into words, he tried his hardest and explained everything, "I don't... know."

She got quiet for few seconds although everything else still remained loud. Then suddenly a smile and laughter. While Travis wasn't sure what the hell was going on, he smiled and laughed back.

"Truth be told is that none of us know why we're here, baby. That's why we're here. So what's your name?"

Shuffling his feet a bit he tried to get up the courage to say his name, but the words didn't want to come out. It was all wrong, he wasn't Travis Woodcock at all, but who was he? Why is this the only name that he could remember? His face had a clear struggle written all over it with all of the contorted looks he was giving her. Then it hit him, he knew who he was. A bear. A big grizzly bear. Ice cream. It all connected, he had thought himself into being. He was...

"You can call me Daddy Cream."

Pulling an ice cream cone from out of his pants he began licking it slowly, the cold cream getting stuck all over his beard. Where did this come from? Where did anything come from? The woman smiled widely as he answered her question and knew that he had finally had his realization. Then in a loud swirl her face began to disappear, first her nose and then her eyes. Soon her entire face was nothing more than a single smile and the words she spoke weren't that of a woman's at all.

"Boss, we found one. Who the fuck is this? He ain't one of ours... or theirs..."

As she spoke these words, Daddy felt a shiver down his spine as the music was no longer playing and neither were the shirtless men shining their flashlights. Even the woman's gaudy earrings had disappeared completely and her face was now nothing more than a ball of flesh with no discernible human features.

"I think he's waking up. Everyone back up, give him some space. He's just a civilian."

Those final words snapped him back into reality. Looking up he noticed a group of guys all standing around him with guns placed firmly in their hands. He liked holding big fat things in his hands too, but not really guns. Although he was considered a pretty crack shot back on his fathers ranch.

"So what's your name, kid?"

"I'm Daddy. Daddy Cream."

While they all seemed very confused by the name they mostly shrugged it off. A few of them seemed to be shot and others were crouching on the floor nearing death, he must have missed something pretty big.

"I came here to meet a man named Dolf. He told me this place was vacant and before I knew it... ahh fuck, my head hurts so bad, does anyone know where he is?"

While all of the injured men shrugged there was a loud crash behind them through the exit door. There he was, right on cue. Dolf always did love making a grand entrance into exits. These two men had a lot to talk about and while Daddy Cream was still struggling with this clear pain in his head, he wouldn't let that stop him from a meeting with destiny.

Dolph crashes in the exit door with a massive BANG!. The door explodes and the faces of all bystanders are coated in the ashes.

He stops to flex, 6'6 210 Pounds with a manbun, before speaking

There you are Travis! I have been looking all over for you. 

Dolph also pulls an ice cream cone from his pants, this one with sprinkles, and begins twirling his tongue around it.

There was a party going on here, that is why I told you to meet me, What happened?