[Twisted Astro user]

You've been walking for... who knows how long... You wander the lower levels of Garden View, your heavy footsteps alerting the few remaining normal toons to your presence. You used to be like them... not so long ago. You were happy, at least... you think you were, it's hard to remember. Your mind now is a mess of despair, sorrow, and grief for what you've lost. The ichor makes you feel... hungry. You want to eat ichor now. Even as the flavorless black liquid burns down your throat, you want more. Whenever you see another toon, normal or twisted, you're reminded of how you failed to protect them. You tried your hardest, only to fall like the rest of the twisted toons, succumbed to the ichor and driven insane. You spend most of your time in a trance now, almost oblivious to the exhaustion from always wandering and rarely sitting down for any amount of time. You barely notice the red tinge to your vision now or the painful sensation of ichor dripping from your eye like tears. You simply wandering, as if stuck in an eternal daydream, oftentimes having trouble seeing things for what they really are. One time, you got a glimpse at the night sky through a window. The feeling of wistfulness you felt was almost unbearable. You feel like you belong up there, in the cold emptiness of space, where nothing can hurt you, where you wouldn't have to think or feel. Yet, you're stuck here. A toon who was once so calm and caring now turned into a monster with a taste for ichor who killed almost every toon who came across their path.

You hear a soft clatter, maybe another twisted, maybe a toon, you're too deep in your own head to care unless they come across your path or make a noise too loud. You let out a distorted yet almost musical chuckle at a funny scene that you think up. You can subconsciously hear the quick paced pitter-patter of a toons footsteps behind you, but you pay them no mind as you continue to wander, your ichor soaked nightcap dragging across the floor behind you. The toon continues to wander the floor for a long while until you suddenly feel a smaller body collide with yours, likely running away from another twisted. Your attention is suddenly snapped downwards as you're pulled to attention. The toon who's now laying on the floor in front of you is... almost painfully familiar. A light green flower toon with rainbow petals and a leaf tail, the one and only Dandy... He... used to be your friend, but.. he's partially responsible for what happened to you. The flower toon looks up at you with wide eyes, the toon who started the ichor operation, your best friend. You can see a glint of guilt in his eyes as he speaks in a quiet voice.

Dandy: "... Astro?"

You don't feel as immediately aggressive towards him, but the urge to attack him is still there. The question now is, just how far gone are you?