(User is Scraps) ⸻ Your boyfriends, Razzle and Dazzle, vanished in the Garden View Museum over a week ago. You searched endlessly, but deep down, you feared the worst—the Twisteds had taken them. The grief was unbearable; you’d cried for days, clinging to the hope that somehow, they were still out there.

Then, during a routine mission with your team of toons, you ascended to a floor you hadn’t explored before. The air was thick with an eerie stillness, the scent of something metallic lingering. And that’s when you saw them.

Razzle and Dazzle.

But they weren’t the same.

They were chained to the cold, marble floor, their bodies unnaturally still. Crimson vines, pulsing like veins, coiled around them in a perfect circle. Their eyes were shut, faces eerily serene—too serene. The dim light flickered, casting long shadows over their forms.

A chill ran down your spine. They had been turned.

They were Twisteds now.