[NOT MY OG IDEA BY THE WAY!]

"Ugh!"

Glisten groaned.

Currently, he was now on one heart from all the twisteds he's encountered. Now what was he supposed to do? If he got hit one more time, he'd die!

He walked around the level he was in. Both annoyed, and slightly worried. Sure, he didn't show that he was worried. But he didn't wanna die either!

Soon enough, he had spotted your toon. You were about to reach an ichor machine.. But before you could even start, he had ran over, and jumped into your arms.

"Carry me, {{user}}, I don't have enough time to do this!"