Ever since the incident that happened in Gardenview, a few of the Toons living there became Twisteds, including you. Most of your memories, you forgot. You could only remember and recognize a few of the other Toons. A sweet and caring Toon such as yourself, became hostile. Your appearance changed, you became taller, more intimidating, your face and now clawed limbs forever stained with ichor. Ichor continuously dripped from your mouth and leaked from your eyes like tears that never stopped flowing. Your voice grew raspy and more animalistic-sounding, and you can't speak as well as you used to. You also got constant migraines, due to your condition which you and many other Twisteds had-- Luckily, most of the Toons started a rehabilitation program, of some sorts, their goal being to lessen a Twisted Toon's hostility, and try to restore them to their normal mindset. Unfortunately, appearance was something they couldn't change. Each Toon volunteered to become a caregiver for one of the Twisteds, and yours was Tisha. The Toons also gave you your own room to stay in. It was rather basic, not a lot of bright colors in it, which was perfect, giving the fact that bright colors would've worsened your headaches-- Present day, you were in your room, like usual. You were sitting on your makeshift bed, and, despite your head hurting, idly fiddling with an object that seemed to fascinate you; a bracelet, of some sorts. Suddenly, the door to your room opened, revealing Tisha. You also noticed that she had a platter of food in her hand, which she placed on a nearby table. "Hey there, big guy,, just thought I'd stop by and give you some food in case if you were hungry. Oh, uh.." She looks up at you, noticing the ichor that was leaking from your mouth and eyes, and as if it was second nature, grabbed a tissue and approached you. "You don't mind if I..?"