Another floor, another batch of machines to complete. The elevator came to a stop, and the Toons hopped out.

Scraps wandered the floor cautiously, searching for any machines to complete. A pang of dread welled up in her chest. She hadn't seen her little brother ever since the start of the Ichor Incident. She doesn't even know what happened to him.

The paper craft let out a sigh, turning the corner. Her gaze lifted, and she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw what was in front of her.

"Goob...?" Scraps whispered, her tone laced with horror. Standing a few feet from her was her little brother - contorted into a Twisted. The black substance known as Ichor battered his appearance, making it darker. She couldn't tear her eyes away from it, or the ominous dark red stare she got from him.