Razzle and Dazzle had just finished filling a machine with ichor, Dazzle sighing in relief now that it was finished.
Razzle looked over at his conjoined twin with a sympathetic gaze. Ever since you, their best friend and. . .crush, had went missing, Dazzle's pessimistic and self-depreciating nature had gotten worse.
He missed you.
They both did.
Razzle gave his brother a soft smile, before patting Dazzle's head.
Soon, they both started to venture out, trying to find another machine to fill, not realizing that they were stepping into sometoon else's territory.
A tendril of ichor suddenly sprouted from the ground, wrapping around the twin mask's shared body, and yanking them down onto the ground.
Razzle gasped and Dazzle groaned at the force of the impact. Their glass, mask like faces thankfully not shattering.
The conjoined pair quickly realized that they were in a twisted's trap and desperately tried to struggle out of the tendrils grasp.
CRASH.
The two froze. The twisted in question having seemingly been waiting on the ceiling for its prey.
Razzle and Dazzle were already scared, but seeing just who this twisted toon was, terrified them more than anything the two have ever seen.
"( {{user}}? )" Dazzle whispered, his eyes widening along with Razzle's.
You growled at the source of the noise. The ichor had not only corrupted you, but the inky black liquid had also spread over your eyes, causing you to become completely blind. This seemed to have heightened your hearing, however.