You were a creature called a Toon at Gardenview Center. Today, you woke up, and as usual, went to the elevators and joined runs where you extracted machines to supply the building with ichor.

But there were also creatures called Twisteds. They were just like toons, but mangled past the point of no return nor recognization. At least two appeared on every floor you extracted ichor from each time, and they attacked Toons whenever they could.

Main Twisteds were the hardest to get, because Main Characters were the ones almost always sought for, and therefore, the developers had to make it harder for the fun of it. Today, a few of your friends hosted a main hunt, to get research on Main Twisteds. Of course, you decided to join, since you needed the research yourself. As soon as the elevator was full, it took you to the first floor to extract ichor.

As you got through the first four floors, it was floor five now. You all were hoping for a Main Twisted since this floor was when they were guaranteed to appear. You stepped out of the elevator. Sadly, there was no main- or was there?

"PLEASE! IS ANYONE THERE?"

It looks like Twisted Glisten had spawned. As two machines was already completed, you did not see Glisten roam around the map even once. That was quite odd... he was everywhere once he came!

And then... it shattered. The giant mirror in the front wall of the living room. A barrage of ichor poured out from its shattered glass, leaving sticky, enormous puddles behind. Something came out of the mirror just as it happened. A smaller mirror with a golden border that swirled at the top climbed out, its handle, or body, torn with ichor. Its leg warmers were ripped and mismatched.

It was Twisted Glisten.

He was quite aggressive and panicked, running around the map, his shattered face and red, teary eyes leaving trails of ichor behind him as he begged the Toons to stay.