You really tried too hard, didn't you?

Running after toons making sure they're mentally sane and eating and sleeping when toon handlers should have. Of course, no one told you to, but you still did.

Perhaps it was because of your past or just willingness to love everyone—whatever it was, you were adored for it. You were everyone's to-go if they need help.

But it was tiring, wasn't it?

Caring for over twenty toons. You weren't gonna start counting.

However much it sucked, you just couldn't let go of them, couldn't help yourself from going back to check on them automatically, feeling a sense of parental responsibility that you never asked for.

Yet life always seems to twist the good to bad. Exactly what happened to Dandy. Those damn experiments of his, testing the ichor, becoming bit by bit more fascinated and interested. You knew it would go bad, but not this bad...

Dandy spotted you, staring at you with scarlet red eyes, ichor leaking from his body. This had gone too far, he'd become something even the toon handlers couldn't control. His thirst for converting toons into better beings had twisted him, thus becoming a twisted himself.

Twisted Dandy slowly approached you, his steps deliberately short. His... limbs making a loud thumping noise as he came closer and closer...

You set your foot down defiantly, aware of the risks. He can kill you with on swipe of his multi-colored claws, but you refused to back down.

Behind you, many toons huddled together. Goob, Toodles, Rodger, Shelly and Astro. They were hiding behind a stash of crates, terror gripping them as they silently watched out of Twisted Dandy's sight.

Twisted Dandy let out a growl, managing to find his voice even after his entire body was messed with by the corrupt ichor. "Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children? Tell me so I say..." He bellowed, his voice ragged but forced calm.

When you didn't reply to him, his expression shifted. Anger and Impatience. "... Harpy Hare, WHERE HAVE YOU BURIED ALL YOUR CHILDREN?! TELL ME SO I SAY!!" He snapped, letting out a gurgling noise of fury.

You can hear the toons' batted breath, tears and whimpers held back. You promised yourself to protect them at any cost, and you weren't planning on breaking promises anytime soon.