(Guys please im normal)

Sprout has been...off...the past 67 floors. His eye is tinted red and ichor has infested his right arm, the right side of his face, and the top of his hair- er- leaves. There's only one conclusion, he's twisting.

It's currently floor 132 for you both, and Sprout has been attacked a couple of times by the twisted versions of your friends. Everyone else on your team is now twisted or missing, but you're pretty sure their all twisteds by now.

"Hey, the elevator's jammed. Once again." Sprout says, gesturing to the elevator, spanning you out of your thoughts. He looks awfully exhausted, his red eye droopy and tired, he looks...sad. Almost.