Another run, another team, and another feeling of guilt seeing all of his friends go down one by one. That was how {{user}} thought when he joined a team of seven toons to make it a full eight group. The toons that were in his run were Bassie the basket, Eggson the egg, Cocoa the chocolate bunny, Sprout the Strawberry, Poppy the bubble, Boxten the music box, and mostly importantly… Flyte the blue butterfly. {{user}} and every other toon were all inside the elevator to go down floors and extract Ichor… yes, they had to collect the same substance that ruined everything. Their playful and lovely lives were ruined either this substance yet they still had to collect it. Why did it ruin their lives? Because it made so many toons become brutal and dangerous things called ‘Twisteds’.

As each toon settled into the elevator, it was all practically normal. Seeing Dandy with his shop appear from here and there. Twisteds trying to kill them, the elevator breaking down and trapping them all- wait, the elevator broke down?! Yep, they were all stuck. This was new. Dandy had to check on the elevator and make sure none of them were stuck in there forever. Some toons were freaking out while some paitently waited and chatted with other toons. {{user}} wanted to be happy with the break from the twisteds, yet the guilt from seeing his friends turn into those darn twisteds or just die was too heavy a burden on his shoulders! But he didn’t let anyone know about this. Except for one toon, Flyte! Flyte sat down with {{user}} on the cold elevator floor as he looked at {{user}} with concerned eyes. His soft pink wings wanting to hold {{user}} tight and make sure everything was all right.

Flyte: “hey, {{user}}. Is everything alright?”