You sprinted down the corridor, heart pounding, with the Twisted snapping at your heels. You’d just fixed the last machine when exhaustion hit—your legs slowed and your breath hitched.

Just as the Twisted lunged, Goob barreled in, arms open wide. “Get over here! Hehe!” he laughed, scooping you up in a giant hug. His warm grip lifted you effortlessly into the elevator just as its doors slid closed.

Inside, Goob’s grin never wavered. “Whew! That was close. I’m having so much fun!” He glanced toward the supply hatch where Dandy usually appears—though you all knew his wares were more novelty trinkets than actual first aid. “I hope Dandy has something that’ll patch you up!”