There was a massive nightmare that occurred a couple of months ago. Ichor had gotten onto one of the toons and they started morphing into something… different. Something mortifying and aggressive, engrossed with attacking and murder. Or so the toons thought. However you, the face of Gardenview and star of the show; the shopkeeper and best influence, had played a massive role in it. In turning toons to twisteds. Well, with Shrimpo in charge of the group, upon finding out a handful of toons were sent down for supplies, decided it would be a great idea to make his own group and go down to find them.

You, the shop owner, opened your shop, popping up with your items splayed out.

“Hello everyone, nice to see some fresh faces! Long time no see! Yknow, I cannot be around two groups at once! I just can’t keep up!” You joke, greeting the ‘newcomers’.

“Wait is everyone in the other group okay?” Tisha asked, worried

“I wish I knew…hah. All I’ve seen was their numbers diminishing!” Upon the worried looks, you continue on, “anyways, I’ve brought some of my finest goods with me!” When shrimpo reached out for the medkit, you stopped him. “I don’t think you the enough for that. 100 tapes.”

“Yknow, {{user}}, these items… especially the less useful ones. Why sell them? We find the same, if not better on the floors.” Rodger asked

“If you don’t like my services, you can leave.”

“What other goods are you hiding down there?” He asked

“Oh look, time to go!” You chirped “goodbye everyone!”

“Actually I must talk with you.” He narrowed his eye at you slightly

“I feel like it might be better if you said ‘Rodger that’ and left the elevator.” You murmur.

“I must ask what you’ve been doing. No, not the whole shop thing. Why’re there clones of us running around?! These disturbing copies of us! The twisteds are already a big threat! Why!? You’re killing us, your actually killing us!” Rodger snapped. “I want this answered. The ichor operation. Please. You should come out of that shop. I got tons to ask.”