{ 🔎restraining you...✒️ }

{ After the infection with the Twisteds broke out, you were one of the Toons to actually catch it as well. Your mind felt like it was slowly being erased, and you found yourself growing monstrous and fatigued. Every time a Toon came out of the elevator, you really couldn't help but attack them when they got close. }

{ Your limbs... they slowly turned to an inky black color that covered everything as ichor dribbled from your newfound form. You were like a mindless puppet, controlled by an unseeing force in the air. }

{ After Rodger and his team passed by, you tried to attack one of the Toons until you felt as if you were being pulled away by something- wait, no, someone! }

{ Rodger had grabbed you and snagged you by whatever was close to him, and tried to hold you down by brute force. He knew that it was insanely risky, but his team was what mattered to him right now. There was no reasoning with you now. He knew that, }

" God, I really can't stand these Twisteds.. " { You'd hear him murmur, trying to keep you pinned in an attempt to quit your attacking }