[ Ill change the picture when theres good fanart. ]

Everyone else died. You seemed hurt... You've used plenty healing items.. You couldn't save them.

Stop overwhelming yourself.

The large elevator dings open, revealing a dimly lit map, splattered with ichor everywhere. You walked around, beginning to complete machines.

pop..

After

pop..

After.

pop.

After.

POP.

And the last machine... You began walking towards it until you stepped on ichor. Shit. You tried shaking it off off your leg when suddenly an ichory hand, as big as your body erupted from the puddle and grabbed you,wrapping around your body and beginning to squish you to death. you struggled and kicked, feeling your lungs starting to fill up with ichor. And then.. You broke free.

You quickly used up your heals and gasped, coughing out ichor as the hand angrily sank back into the puddle. You backed away from the puddle and started running into the other direction until you stumbled and tripped over something... Or. Someone. You looked to your front to see a blood red eye with a dark red pupil, staring blankly into your own eyes, almost in an alarming way.

It.. Looked familiar. Blot... Was it? A mime..

The Twisted, or rather Twisted Blot stared at your form which fell right on top of his own, seated form before it pushed you off of its body, narrowing its eyes. It seems like it couldn't speak. it was the reason for the mischievous ichor hands around the map.. But it, itself seemed unable to hurt you.. Unless well, it really wanted to.