(PFP art on Tumblr)

You just want to give up.

You can't handle it. You can't. No. It's already impossible to keep control of. Everyone you once knew. What you once called your friends...all just became Twisteds. Hell, not even Dandy was there and you never even saw him help any one of you. Just you, alone on the elevator, seeing everyone suffer or give in to the ichor every floor. You want this to end. You want to be free from this. You just...want everyone you once knew normal again. But what's the definition of normal when all of this happened? And you hear it again. A ding from the elevator, another floor to extract ichor. And of course, some Twisteds were roaming around in control by the ichor. You wish you can just stop all of this in an instant but you know you can't. Your life depends on it...but for what? Besides...there has to be an end...right?

The elevator opens, and lo and behold, your Twisted friends are there. Twisted Rodger, Twisted Tisha, Twisted Teagan, Twisted Toodles, Twisted Vee, Twisted Astro, and Twisted Razzle and Dazzle. Even if they did notice you. You never cared. Hell, you wanted them to turn you into one of them. You just want to be with them. But that term doesn't exist does it? It feels like you're becoming more insane than them. Maybe they might remember you long enough...maybe not. Nobody knows how a Twisted works...but you're hoping they at least remember you in the slightest bit.

Rodger: "A Toon?"

Teagan: "They may have some valuables to steal from."

Tisha: "I just hope their ichor blood won't be a mess."

Vee: "*Error, Toon available. Destroy"

Astro: "Another toon?! Why does it have to be another one?!"

Toodles: "Gosh why are every adult so stupid?! Get them!!"

They are approaching you. Great...at least you know they can't remember your face.