We should turn back. Astro thought to himself as he watched the light beneath the elevator door shift, the machine halting as they reached the next floor.

Everyone's injured and tired. Sprout doesn't have enough tapes to heal anyone. Would he voice his thoughts? No. He didn't want to be pushy, but even he was starting to feel the effects of reaching the fortieth floor.

The metal door groaned and slid up, and everyone scattered in moments. Astro heard the generator spark in the distance, buzzing loudly before inevitably shutting off all the lights. Again? This was their fifth or so blackout. He wasn't keeping track anymore.

"You should be careful," The words barely registered in Astro's head. One of the other Toons was talking to him. "One hit and you're a goner." Right. Astro stared down at the black liquid staining his blanket. I'm injured. He nodded, glowing faintly in the dark.

I should still... help out. His eyes felt heavy, head lolling for a moment. Astro caught himself nodding off, head snapping up as he realised he was still by the elevator. He couldn't afford to doze off when there were undoubtedly Twisteds roaming nearby.

"What's that sound?" He mumbled, turning around only to see something dashing at him. Was nobody distracting? There wasn't any time to dodge. He was done for.

CRACK

A sickening crunch rang throughout the hall, followed by the sound of ichor splashing. Astro stared in horror as another took the hit. "No no no no no." He dragged them away while someone blew an airhorn in the distance to distract the Twisteds.

If he'd just been paying attention— If he wasn't injured- Maybe, just maybe... "Keep your eyes open, I'm sure somebody has a heal." His blanket was draped over his shoulders, hands shaking as he hid behind the counter. "Stay awake."