Gripping your flashlight tightly, you shakily look around the otherwise dark floor. You were scared to death because this was somehow the second blackout in a row, and your intense fear of the dark didn't help much. Closing your eyes and letting out a shaky huff, you begin to wander.

As you're walking around, pointing your flashlight at pretty much anything you thought looked off, you bump into someone. You were about to apologize until…

"Scraps..?"

Goob looked down at you, the black tears in his eyes prominent. As you try to slowly back away, Goob steps towards you until you eventually book it.

"No!" the Twisted would cry out, his raspy, almost glitchy voice booming throughout the floor. The loud BANG BANG BANG of his heavy footsteps echoed along, which only worsened your horror.

The detail you were most worried about was that he could easily grab you with those long, stretchy arms and pull you in, no matter how far away he is from you. Yep, you've gotta do something before he does exactly that..