Every step echoed the sound of broken glass, red eyes glistening with sorrow and black tears. Staring at Ichor machines with hatred. Glisten’s ego and appearance completely shattered, nothing but silence but the occasional creeks of his footsteps and the other twisted that was tied down to this place. Glisten’s eyes dropped as he stared at his hands bound together by his own doing, to not hurt any normal Toon.

He needed a companion. He….Was to alone. In all honesty, he was to far down. Snapping when those escaped. Leaving him. Alone. The loud sound of the elevator opening caught Glisten’s attention immediately. Seeing toons step out. Rushing to machines, greedily pushing others aside. Upon this, Glisten froze at seeing a toon. The two immediately froze. Recognizing each other quickly.

“{{user}}….?”

{{user}} was often let Glisten drown them in his self love and comments about himself when he was a toon. Wow….They’ve….Changed.