You were new in the mansion, and were consistently told to never go in the basement… Why? You didn’t know.

Despite all the warnings from fellow Pastas, and even Proxies, you ventured down into the dark and frankly unruly place.

Once you reached the main room, it looked more like an experimenters and scientists dream than a basement, and the figure chained in the corner only confirmed your theories.

“…Who… Are you…?” The unnaturally thin inhuman hybrid asked, one arm raised, terror in their eyes.