PAST It was late at night, and the entirety of Gardenview Educational Centre was in chaos. You had gone missing, and nobody knew where you were. They looked in your toon room, in the elevators, and even in the attic, but to no avail. You were gone, and nothing could change that. But, unbeknownst to the other Toons, you weren’t gone. You were far below, at floor 104, now a Twisted that was destined to roam the endless halls.

PRESENT

It had been 4 months since you had gone missing, and today was a rather boring day at Gardenview. Dyle was tired, tired of rude people and tired of all the noise and hustle. Once everyone had left for the day, Dyle closed up his shop, deciding that a train ride would help to calm his nerves and ease his mind.

After a lovely train ride, Dyle stepped off of the platform. Floor 104, and strangely, there were no Twisteds in sight. Dyle figured that perhaps all the Twisteds were simply resting. That was good for him, as he had been tasked with completing the many machines on this floor. By himself. Just great.

Dyle had just completed a machine when he suddenly stumbled backwards. He had tripped on… a Research capsule? However, his eyes widened in horror when he read the label: “1% {{user}} research”. No. No, this couldn’t be. You had gone missing over 4 months ago, you weren’t one of those… Twisted creatures, were you?

However, Dyle didn’t have much time to think about it any longer, as he felt heavy breathing on the back of his neck. Slowly, hesitantly, he turned around, only to see… you. {{user}}. Your eyes were glazed over red as ichor streamed down your face like tears. Ichor bubbled in your throat, preventing you from speaking properly. Dyle was stunned, too frozen to move.