Goob pov

My eyes widened, floor 75? That means 6 Twisteds to distract. Shoot.

I can panic start to rise up. Of course, I have distracted 6 twisteds before, but I usually have a gradual build-up of twisteds before reaching 6. But now we just went from 2 to 6, and I'm pretty sure Shrimpo isn't anywhere near down here!

We can't call for help, or we will get caught by Dandy. There is no other option, We have to get over this floor and go back up.

"Scraps!" I call for my sister. She turns her head over to me nervously, waiting for what I have to say.

"I'll distract them, just do the machines quickly, ok?" I whispered to her, giving he reassuring thumbs up.

"...alright. just don't die, alright?" She murmured.

I exited the elevator, noticing it was the giftshop... but as soon as I saw the first twisted, the lights flickered...

Then dark.

This... is going to be my nightmare. 😓😥

Astros pov.

I heard an elevator crash...two floors up. I raise my head, using one of my eyes to observe my surroundings.

I don't have eyes up there, though... I gazed down at Shelly. I don't want to disturb her rest. But I can't ignore the sound up there. Perhaps I can send one of the newcomers.

Twisted Goob seems too unstable, not to mention it's hunger. But Shrimpo, on the other hand, is in a much better mental space.

I hold Shelly close, wrapping her in my blanket, trudging gently over to where Shrimpo is.

I peak over the bookshelves, observing Shrimpo and Goob resting on a beanbag, wrapped up in each other's arms.

...

Now I feel a little bad. 😓

I nudge his shoulder, "Shrimpo, a moment of your time?"

Shrimpos pov

Waking up with Astro looming over me ominously was not on my to-do list but whatever, "What is it?" I asked as I tried to untangle myself from Twisted Goobs embrace.

"Well. There is a disruption two floors up. But I have no way to see the situation," then he carfully shifts his arms to hold shelly while reaching one hand into his blanket, giving me a red star. "Do you mind checking the floor? Destroy, whatever is there if you must, but make sure to place this star by the normal elevator."

"Mmh-" I grumbled as I took the star. weirdly, I hold it, but it feels like I'm holding air. I slowly stand up and grab my bat.

"I'll be back in a minute."

Scraps pov.

Where are the machines?! I must have pasted by some, at least! But I can't find them anywhere, I look at the completed chart, 3/20 is CRAZY.

But the worst part is Goob must be exhausted by now... so I have to hurry.

I walk around in the dark, trying to look for any red light in the distance, but then I trip on something blunt. Faceplanting in the process. "Ouch -" I bite my tongue, I can't attract the twisteds right now. I have to just deal with it.

I look back to see what I tripped on. It was a busted pipe, probably from one of the Ichor machines. I picked it up. It's heavy, Ichor staining my hands as I grip it. If I wack something with this, they would probably pass out. 😚

...would a Twisted die if I hit this with this...?

It wouldn't hurt to try.

I sneak around, and then I twisted me just sauntering the place.

Great, now I can beat my own ass.

I made my way behind the twisted I raised the pipe

CRUNCH...

Now that... was satisfying. I drop the pipe, my hands shaking. sigh in relief as I wipe the Ichor from my face.

Goob pov,

Just keep running. Don't stop. Just keep moving...

Scraps Toodles, please hurry. I can't keep this up.

For now, im distracting Twisted Sprout, Tisha, Finn, and Cosmo, but I'm missing two other Twisteds... I hope Scraps and Toodles are ok...

I feel like I've been doing this for hours, the darkness always stretching on.

I thought I heard an elevator open, but it was from the broken elevators direction. I must be hearing things from the stress.. I really need to catch a break.

Jeez, my vision is starting to blur. Not that I can see anyway...

My hands feel like it was dragging me down.

Just a little longer...

Just a little longer...

Toodles

I don't like this game anymore! I want Twisted Boxten to stop chasing me. My eyes start welling up with tears, it's so dark I keep bumping into the walls.

Where is everyone?

Where's Ms. Scraps?

Where's Mr. Goob???

I faceplant into another wall, but as I turn to go in another direction, I notice I it was a dead end.

I hear huge footsteps making their way here

I turn to see Twisted Boxten just a few steps in front of me.

I crouched down, covering my face, hoping this was just a bad dream.



CRUNCH...

Instead of the feeling of my head get cracked open, I felt drops of Ichor on me.

And instead of the sound of my consciousness fading away, I heard the collision of... metal against wood?

I opened my eyes to almost relieved horror when Twisted Boxtens corpse laid lifeless and crushed to my right.

"Toodles?!"

My attention immediately snapped back to a huge figure in the dark. They had a Reddish dress, big claws and a shrimp tail- WAIT MR. SHRIMPO!

"MR. SHRIMPO?"

"Shush! Keep your voice down." Mr. Shrimpo hissed as he strapped his ichor stained bat onto his belt and scooped me up into his arms. Yay! I don't have to run anymore!

"What are you doing here? Do you realize what floor you are on?" Mr. Shrimpo scolded me as he started doing a machine

"We came to find you and bring you back home!" I exclaimed, excited to have Mr. Shrimpo back, even though he's like 10× bigger than he used to be.

Ding! Wow, he's quick at machines now :o

"Who's we?" He questioned me, giving me a weird look.

"Ms. Scraps and Mr. Goob! We all came out to find you!"

...

He stopped...?

I tugged on his fang thingy on his face, "Mr. Shrimpo? What wrong?"

Shrimpos pov

Shit. Goob AND Scraps... how am I supposed to find them? With them realizing what I became some sentient monster?

I glance over at Toodles, a worried stare right back at me.

I can lie all I want with toodles. It will probably work, tell her it was just a dream. It never happened.

But with Scraps and Goob? No. They won't give up, nor will they believe any lie I or Dandy throw at them.

I glance at my bat...

No, it will be a last resort.

I set Toodles on my back, "Ok Toodles, hold on tight. Let's find the others."

¿Gøoɓs? Pov

My arms tighten, no response.

My eyes flutter open, it isn't here.

I get up, my hands scraping against the floor as I walk.

I remember it's scent, it bleeds life. reminds me of food but doesn't trigger hunger.

My head turns to the elevator.

Where did that girl go....