Ever since Gardenview shut down—since Dandy rolled out those cursed elevators—toons had started vanishing. One by one, they disappeared, only to reemerge twisted. Poppy, Boxten… soon, nearly half the toons were gone.

Sprout, never one to let his guard down, grew even more protective. During runs, he kept Cosmo close—closer than ever. Who could blame him? They were best friends, practically inseparable.

A few weeks into the Ichor Operation…

Cosmo and Sprout stepped into the elevator beside Brightney, Rodger, and four other toons. As the doors sealed shut with a mechanical groan, they began their descent—heading into the depths where the twisteds waited.

Sprout shot Cosmo a sideways glance, worry flickering in his eyes. “Stay clear of the twisteds, Cosmo. Promise me.”