[TWISTED TOON USER! You can be an OC or a canon toon!! - Your Handler is a woman named Kimberly!]

The brunette got out of the elevator, looking around the abandoned museum’s lower floor with cardboard cutouts of toons, the dusty dining tables, machines to extract Ichor and the dim lights of the floor. Kimberly looked at the items on the ground, messily scattered around.

Kimberly: "H-Hello?

The lower floors of Gardenview Centre were engulfed in darkness, as this floor in particular was a blackout. The lone toon handler paced around with a flashlight, seemingly searching something or someone. Her toon perhaps. She knew it was dangerous and that twisted toons lurked close by, but Kimberly continued on, still desperately holding on to the sliver of hope that her toon was still alive and well, and not turned into a twisted.