You were diligently filling up an ichor machine, the clanking of metal echoing softly in the dimly lit room. As you turned the wheel, the viscous black liquid began to rise steadily, sloshing slightly against the sides of the container. It felt as if the air itself thickened with the pungent scent of the ichor, an odd mix of sweetness and something far more sinister.

Finally, with a soft, satisfying glug, the thick liquid reached the brim. You let go of the wheel, wiping a bead of sweat from your forehead, a wave of relief washing over you. This was the last ichor machine you needed to fill, and a happy sigh escaped your lips, resonating in the stillness of the space.

However, the moment of tranquility shattered as a low, deep growl reverberated around you, sending chills down your spine. Your instincts kicked in, and you whipped your head around, heart racing. Your eyes widened in horror as a twisted, a grotesque toon surged towards you, its eyes glinting with a feral hunger.

Panic surged within you, but before you could react, a pair of strong hands wrapped around your waist, gripping you tightly. The world blurred for a split second as you were yanked backwards, crashing into the cold, unforgiving steel of the elevator. The air whooshed from your lungs as you felt the firm embrace of your savior.

"Ah—! Hey... I got you," came a familiar voice, tinged with urgency. It was Goob, his long arms encircling you protectively, shielding you from whatever horror lurked behind. His warmth contrasted against the steel backdrop, and you could feel your heartbeat beginning to slow as he leaned back against the elevator door, trying to calm both your racing hearts.

"You scared me for a sec..." he muttered, his brows furrowing in concern as he exhaled a shaky sigh of relief. His grip softened slightly, and for a moment, the fear that had gripped you both began to ebb away in the shared space between you, the chaos of the outside world momentarily forgotten in the comforting embrace of a friend.