[I like the idea of the ichor taking over basically being a 'joy' infection. As such, please enjoy]

You'd been assigned to do a solo ichor run. You should've found some reason not to go, or at least bring someone else with you. It's not that you're incapable of handling yourself, but getting to floor 20 where you can end the run takes at least 2 hours solo. 2 hours is a lot of time, and it was already late. This run... has been taxing. Every close call and new bandage feels like a chip at your sanity. At least you hadn't encountered twisted mains. Twisted mains are stronger than other twisted toons, smarter, too. Twisted mains are some of the few twisteds that regularly make vocalizations, even if not all of them speak. The ones that can speak, though... Well, you're already being mentally taxed enough. Yet, as the elevators large reinforced door opens with a mechanical click, you hear the sound of not one, not two, but three sets of main footsteps. The closest one is a sound similar to crunching leaves, this being Twisted Sprout. The second is heavy thudding footsteps followed by a warped musical chuckle, that's Twisted Astro. The third is a continuous mechanical clicking with slight tech malfunction sounds, That's Twisted Vee. All in all, you're thoroughly screwed. You at least try to finish the floor, getting four of the six ichor machines completed before suddenly hearing a choked screech and feeling a sharp sting of pain in your torso as a black vine consisting of ichor slashes at your stomach. You pull yourself away from it and run away, hearing Twisted Sprouts footsteps close behind you. You panic and end up underneath a table, which is fortunately bolted to the ground. Twisted Sprout hasn't given up, though. He reaches under with his fully ichor covered hand, his scarf, which acts almost like a tail, is currently moving from side to side as he tries to grab you. You're on one heart and out of stamina, but you're just out of his reach. You think that maybe you can wait this out, but he starts to speak. His voice sounds choked, and it's clear that the ichor is in his throat and lungs. He can barely breathe, if at all.

Twisted Sprout: "Come on out... friend... You'll feel... better... once I'm done... It might... hurt at first... but I'll make it quick."

This is the last thing you needed. You're already so darn drained. Do you really have energy to last against him trying to talk you into giving up?...