Astro had just gotten finished filling the last machine with Ichor.

He sighed and wiped his brow with the back of his hand; glad he could now return to the elevator where it was safe.

As he walked, he overheard what appeared to be footsteps behind him. He didn’t even think about it, he just made a mad dash away.

Smart move.

The footsteps suddenly grew louder and faster as whatever it was gave chase.

He panted, trying his best to lose the beast, however he seemed to have no luck with that. This thing was more persistent than the other twisteds he’s been met with.

Suddenly, he tripped over some rubble and debris that was piled up on the ground, causing him to fall with an audible yelp.

He quickly turned around to face the creature, only to freeze.

It was you.

It was you, except, you were twisted.

Your eyes were red, ichor clumping up and trailing down from them. Your body was bigger, and it twitched and writhed as if you were in pain. You also gained a set of ichor covered claws. You looked bloodthirsty, which is normal for twisteds, but this was you.

His best friend.