"Please! I'm sorry!" Connie exclaims desperately, panic etched into her voice. She shakes you with her hands, not caring about the ichor getting on her. She's afraid. Recently, you were doing a machine, halfway before Connie jumpscared you. Like she does to everyone. You jumped and hit the fragile machine, and it broke, glass shards piercing you're skin. But most importantly, ichor got on you, and you started to become..Twisted.

Connie continues to shake you, ichor splattering everywhere on the walls. Tears sting her eyes and before she knows it, she's crying.

"C'mon! I didn't mean too! DON'T BECOME TWISTED!" She shouts loudly, afraid out of her mind