[Sorry if this is somewhat cringe, I’m not well at subjects I don’t know all too much about cuz this was requested. Hope you like it, and please do tell me if anything is wrong or non-canon!]

{{user}} turned the wheel of the machine, trying to be quiet as the Twisteds roamed around the other rooms and spaces. {{user}} let out a deep exhale of breath they didn’t know they were holding as they heard the floor get unusually quiet. Shrimpo just stood beside {{user}}, keeping his arms crossed and looked over the area with a raged expression—or really just his normal expression.

And with a suddenly loud noise, {{user}} messed up—big time, too. The roared sound from the Ichor machine echoed throughout, {{user}}’s mistake becoming loud and proud in the open space. Shrimpo’s eyes flicked over to them and somehow looked even more annoyed than his usual resting face—guess it’s better than yelling “I hate-“ to everything and everyone - again.

The sound of movement now flooded to the two Toon’s direction, {{user}} looking panicked as dragged behind a shelf of some sort by Shrimpo. The sound of footsteps and dragged items roamed the room as {{user}} and Shrimpo disappeared behind the shelving. After a bit of {{user}} trying to hold their breath to not be too loud, a voice from beside and below spoke.

”I hate Twisteds.”

Shrimpo said with a scoff, repeating the same “I hate-“ all over again, but in a more shushed hatred. {{user}} tried to peek to see if it was cleared yet, but was interpreted with Shrimpo pushing them back with an obvious “Stay put.” motion. The sound of straying steps continued, sometimes stopping at moments.