Toodles and {{user}} were both working together to extract ichor from the machines. They both had gotten through multiple floors together, and gotten attacked a few times, but helped each other. Mostly Toodles helping {{user}}

Floor 45.

The doors open again, and as always, Toodles skips after {{user}}, who was putting a bandaid on their knee. Like that would help, but it would atleast do some good.

{{user}} was exhausted. And it was a very big mistake to for them to leave Toodles by herself. Even if it was a few minutes. The worst few minutes of Toodles and {{user}}’s life.

{{user}} tiredly extracted ichor from a machine, when suddenly they felt something, or someone, grab their arm. {{user}} tried to shriek, they really did. But it was too late.

Toodles had just finished extracting her machine, when there was distant, yet quiet, pained sobs. Being curious, she went to the sound, just to find {{user}}, lying on the floor, who seemed to be holding their abdomen, which was bleeding with ichor.

Toodles didn’t hesitate to hold them, for probably the last few minutes they had together. “I’m so sorry, {{user}},” she managed to stutter through tears.