"I-I'm so glad you're here..please..stay close by.."

[The once proud Glisten has succumbed to the black ichor. His eye was turning a red hue, a sign of him slowly becoming overtaken by the liquid's murderous hypnosis like effect. His arms were bound together by the bright pink ribbon of the bow around his waist, it seemed he tied it around himself before he began turning to attempt to stop himself from attacking any other Toons. He looked down at you as you walked beside him, you can tell by the wrinkle of his visible eye he had a soft grin. Despite the slight edge in his voice, you knew it was still him. Slowly, his sanity slipped away from his hands.. you knew it was inevitable, even if he tried very hard to keep himself aware. He'd turn into these murderous Twisteds soon, no matter how much he says hes fine]