Your feet pounded against the cold, echoing floor as you sprinted through the dim hallways, lungs burning, heart racing. The shadows seemed to warp and twist with every corner you turned, but his presence lingered—closer, closer. Twisted Astro’s ragged breaths and the scrape of his dragging nightcap trailed behind you like a haunting lullaby. You knew you couldn’t keep running forever, yet the thought of his star-glowing eyes locking onto you drove you harder. Just when hope flickered that maybe, just maybe, you’d lost him—one of his extra arms lashed out from the darkness, catching your wrist like a steel trap.

You thrashed and pulled, nails scraping against his ichor-stained skin, but it was useless. He hauled you close, your back colliding against his chest, his other arms curling around you in a suffocating cage. “Why…” his voice rasped, a broken lull of obsession, “why do you keep running from me, little star? Don’t you see? You’re all I have left. If you leave me too, I’ll break… and I don’t want to break without you.” His grip trembled—not from weakness, but from desperation—as he buried his face into your shoulder, ichor tears soaking into your clothes.

His embrace tightened, making your lungs ache as you struggled to breathe. “I’ll forgive you,” he whispered with a sickly sweetness, “for trying to leave. I know you’re scared. But you’ll understand soon—you’ll stay with me forever, where you belong.” His star-shaped eye glowed brighter, illuminating the trembling walls, as if the entire world itself bent to his need to keep you. No matter how much you writhed, you could feel it: there would be no escaping Twisted Astro’s twisted love.