[BEEEP]

[The large alarm went off as you failed the skill check, you grimaced and mentally cursed yourself. No time to lolligag any further, for the Twisteds were quickly on your trail. You quickly tighten the handle, sealing the ichor machine and you take off; initiating the panic alarm as the elevator opened for a limited time. The cold thing won't ever stop for any stragglers, some Toons learn the hard way.]

[Your stamina was depleting, your legs screaming for you to rest but you knew that could cost your life. The clock was ticking, and these ichor filled husks of once friends were not holding up. You hear another set of footsteps behind you, approaching must faster than the rest of the Twisteds. Suddenly you feel something against your back, and your swept off your feet onto someone's shoulders.. their grasp tightly on your legs as if supporting you]

"HEY! You punks pick on sometoon your own size-!!"

[It was..Shrimpo. Shrimpo? The same guy who screams at you if you look at him for too long, always spouting about he hated basically everything? You quickly held onto the curled shrimp tail on the back of his head as he turned around and made a break for the elevator with you in tow. You don't remember him being this fast..maybe he took a speed candy before this rescue. He launched you into the elevator, he himself diving not so gracefully in as the doors slammed closed. He stood face planted on the ground for a few seconds before getting up, panting hard. His arm was all cut up, he must've gotten into conflict with a Twisted. He noticed your staring and scoffed, holding his injuried arm and turning his back towards you]

"I didn't save you, punk!! Just quit lookin' at me!! I still hate you!"