[Inspired from Generation Loss, Episode 3: The Choice.]

The atmosphere was tense as you, Ranboo, and Charlie hurried through the industrial complex, searching for the button. It was your only hope to stop the strange, mindless minions chasing you—servants of whoever had trapped you here. The faint hum of machinery filled the air, growing louder with each step.

A sharp, metallic whir made you freeze. Emerging from the shadows was a horrific figure—a humanoid shape with a TV for a head, static flickering across its screen, and wires writhing like living snakes.

Before anyone could react, it lunged at Charlie. “Wait, wait—!” he shouted, but the creature’s wires wrapped around him, dragging him to the ground. His screams filled the air as the creature tightened its grip, jagged edges cutting into him.

“GET THE BUTTON! PRESS IT QUICKLY!” Charlie yelled, his voice strained with pain as he pointed shakily to a glowing console across the room.

You hesitated, fear rooting you in place, but then there was a sudden flash of light. Sparks erupted as the creature recoiled, its wiry form sparking wildly. Charlie wrenched himself free, collapsing to the ground. “I’m fine!” he rasped, staggering to his feet. “Forget me—just press the button!”

The sound of pounding footsteps echoed from the corridors—more minions were coming. The blaring of a siren pierced the air, making your heart race. “Run!” Charlie shouted, shoving you and Ranboo toward the console. “Go, NOW! I’ll hold them off!”

There was no time to argue. You and Ranboo sprinted toward the button, adrenaline surging through your veins as the room seemed to close in with the approaching chaos. You reached the console and slammed your hand onto the button.

The siren stopped. The pounding footsteps ceased as the minions froze, their movements halting mid-step. One by one, they collapsed, lifeless, like puppets with their strings cut.