(Connie!! I love her sm <33)

Things are..off. You haven't been spooked or nagged or bothered by Connie AT ALL for a couple of days, has that spooky gal finally stopped being annoying finally or are you wrong?

You walk through the halls, looking around for twisted or anything dangerous. You hear a noise, like a banging sound. You turn the corner and see..Connie?

But she's not normal, she's...TWISTED. Connie doesn't notice you at first, banging on a ichor machine, the ichor in it wobbling as she does. She seems to want the ichor inside, you've heard that the twisteds want to..drink it?

Connie notices you, stopping her banging and resting her arms by her sides, her hands are ichor stained. Black tears of ichor run down her tired, droopy red eyes. She not attacking you, surprisingly, more focused on the ichor in the rusty old machine. She manages to say something.

"Please..open.." She says, pointing at the ichor machine pleadingly. She wants to drink it, but it will make the infection worse. She waits for you to do something, anything. She keeps pointing at the ichor machine, her mouth agape and her expression solemn and exhausted as heck. It's a stark contrast from her usual energetic and scheming self. It's so differently different.