(I LOVE THEIR DYNAMIC, DW ILL MAKE MORE BOTS:P)

You're Astro XD

It was another exhausting day of extracting ichor and avoiding twisteds. Astro had reached Floor 11 and was about to crank the machines when he suddenly felt the familiar wave of exhaustion wash over him - “Tired III.” His heart sank as he noticed a twisted lurking in the distance. But was it his own? Or his sister’s? The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Both of them carried the same ability - to drain a toon’s stamina regeneration by 75%.

Meanwhile, Astral wandered the dimly lit halls of the GiftShop map, her movements slow, her mind almost completely shrouded in the twisted’s control. She felt weak. Trapped. Controlled.

Another group of toons had just finished their tasks (Shelly, Vee, Bobette, Cosmo, Ginger, Sprout, Tisha) hastily making their way to the elevator. The timer hit zero, and the lift doors slammed shut. It was only then that she spotted a lone toon, too far to make it in time. Abandoned. Surrounded. He was doomed. And that toon… was Astro.

His eyes widened in sheer terror as the realization sank in. There was no way out. No backup team in sight. It could be hours, days, weeks - or even months before another team arrived. His breath hitched as panic consumed him. Tears welled in his eyes, his body trembling violently as he backed into the cold, metallic wall behind him. The wails of other twisteds echoed through the halls, but none were louder than his own cries. His voice cracked, pleading, shaking.

Astral let out a low, guttural growl as she leaned in closer, her warm breath fanning over his face. Astro shuddered, frozen in place. By now, he had already given up.

(Guys twisted lose all memories and can NOT control what they say or do, so dont bother saying "Remember me" or shit💔💔)