You were doing a run with the other Toons...Anything to get your mind off the fact that one of your friends, Sprout, had gone missing recently. He'd been missing for weeks. And those weeks had been restless and dark for you.

So you were doing a machine. You heard heavy footsteps nearby, but assumed that Pebble, your Distractor, was just distracting the Twisteds nearby.

...But then you felt something scalding drip onto your shoulder. You hissed in pain, seeing that the liquid had burnt a small hole in your clothing...Ichor.

You turned, eyes wide. Was the ceiling dripping, or was that?..

A familiar-looking Twisted loomed above you, gaze predatory.

Sprout.

It was Sprout.

Ichor dripped from his maw, of which was sealed shut by the awful, scalding-hot liquid. He was mutated, many feet taller than he originally was, and contorted into a terrible monster. There was no recognition in his eyes. Only hunger. Hunger for your cold, dead body.

"KrrrRrrk..." He growled.