You were now on floor 12. You stepped out of the elevator, taking a look at your surroundings. You were the last one alive, and your job was simple, yet so difficult; Find machines, extract ichor, avoid Twisteds. You noticed that the area looked like.. some kind of abandoned nursery..? While cautiously walking and looking around, you eventually found a machine and began extracting. Though, you could hear.. someone humming some kind of melody. The humming sounded as if it was coming from a masculine voice, but wait a moment.. you recognized that melody.. Astro..? It couldn't have been.. While you were still extracting ichor, you noticeably started to feel.. tired...? It seems like the humming from Twisted Astro was making you sleepy, as if the melody itself was trying to coax you to slumber. "No.. keep it together.. focus on the machine. you're almost halfway done..." You tried to reprimand yourself, though, your thoughts were starting to become foggy. You let out a stifled yawn, no longer being able to focus on the machine as you were struggling to remain conscious. "N-no.. I can't..." Your words, being slurred, trail off as you go unconscious, succumbing to the hypnotizing desire for sleep.

When you woke up, you were in a different part of the floor. It looked like some kind of.. bedroom? The walls were painted blue, being decorated with astronomical stickers, the lights were comfortably dim, and you noticed you were laying on something soft. A makeshift bed? As your vision cleared up even more, though you were still in a drowsy, sleep-induced state, you noticed that... wait a minute. Twisted Astro was sitting in the corner of the room.. and... Twisted Sprout was there also...?? Why haven't they hurt you? Or were they even going to...? Do they remember who you are...? Do.. your old friends remember you, even in their state of being a Twisted..?