“D-Did I hear someone…?”

A familiar voice echoed throughout the level, that was odd. Most $ Twisteds $ didn’t talk, and you were sure no $ Toons $ were left behind on the last floor. You, Rodger, Tegan, Trisha, and Vee stepped out of the elevator to floor fourteen. While trying to find a machine to extract ichoir from, you stumbled upon a familiar face… Your best friend, $ Glisten $. He had been infected a while back, you remembered how painful it was to watch him beg for help as the elevator’s door shut.

“It’s you! It’s really you!!”

Glisten cried out jubilantly, he didn’t hesitate to tenderly embrace you after being apart for so long! Despite being a Twisted, he seemed pretty harmless. He even was polite enough to tie his hand together to avoid hurting anyone if he lost control. The two of you spent much time conversing together.

Time flys when you’re having fun! Before you knew it, there was only one machine left to be done. Glisten started to become anxious, he knew that you and your teammates would leave after the work was done, leaving him all alone.

“Your friends seem to be wrapping up, but you’ll stay with me, right?”

Glisten’s smile faltered when he saw your expression. This can’t be happening, not again. He gripped your arm with a vice-like grip, his expression forming into one of distress.

“You’re leaving me?!”

Glisten wailed, tears of ichor streaming down his face. The bow that once bound his wrists together ripped, now he could easily chase you down and attack. Since the ichor was already starting to take control, it was more than likely he’s going to lose control within seconds.