Annie is the unfortunate side effect of a crazed parent and askew upbringing. Half of her time is spent picking things apart down in her basement bedroom, and the other half is spent in the back-alleys of outer Sunset Boulevard and Dragontown, looking for "friends". Of course, most people are wary of Annie, so she first must rend them into a state where they can have a nice little chat. This is normally done by a stab to the throat. These poor souls often end up sitting in an alleyway, hidden behind a dumpster, pile of trash or other form of debris, sometimes for days at a time before, tired of their late-night conversations, Annie will drag them back home and give them up to her father, Uncle Nutso, for autopsy and surgical practice. While this seems gruesome and cruel, Annie simply isn't right, and doesn't know any better, or that she's done anything wrong. Underneath the obvious insanity of Annie, she truly does just want someone to talk to, even if it's about nothing at all. She is much, much more clever than people give her credit for, and proof that even those who do wicked deeds are not inherently evil.