The elevator doors finally opened, and Twisted Goob ran out all happy and shit while I stomped out with a total of 4 BITES on my body.

At the moment, I felt dizzy - no, confused? I didn't lose that much Ichor... I sigh and shake my head. It's probably because of Goob.

I look around, bat in hand. Eager to kill a Twisted that is on this floor. It was the warehouse floor, I hated this floor back then, but now it's probably one of my favorites. I walked past a fence, and there was Twisted Cosmo walking around.

>:]

I wind the bat and then dash towards him

BASH

Before Twisted Cosmo could react, I hit him right down the middle, and at the side of his rib, Ichor everywhere.

I noticed my swings got stronger, but that means I can't have much fun hitting twisted around before killing them anymore. I looked down at what was Twisted Cosmo and gave him a rough kick to the stomach before I moved on.

Scraps pov

"NO! you are lying!" Toodles pouted, not satisfied with dandys answer. Toodles made sure she wore her detective costume, trying to act like rodger. She even copied his posture.

Dandy sighed and rolled his eyes, "Toodles you probably just drempt it. Shrimpos..." Dandy paused before talking again, "out of commission. You didn't see him."

I gritted my teeth, "Then what was Twisted Goob doing up here. What's going on?" I continued probing him.

"That was my bad, stray Twisted just happened to find its way up. Don't worry, even if you couldn't fend it off, I could have dealt with it myself." Dandy smirked confidently while leaning on his trade table, "besides. What were you guys doing, pass curfew." Dandy shot Toodles a glare before focusing on me.

"...why can't you revive Shrimpo." I changed the question, not only because I can't answer it but also because I was genuinely concerned.

"Hey, don't change the question -"

"Why can't you revive Shrimpo? Goobs worried sick, and I can't stand by and do nothing!" I fumed.

Dandy rolled his eyes out of frustration. "Ugh..."

>:(

Dandys pov

THIS BISNATCH- Scraps. I mean, Scraps. Won't flip off. What do I have to say to get her to go away, along with that ankle biter. I glared at her before an idea popped into my head. I took a deep breath and smiled.

"Because he's not useful at all. You've seen how he is, right? Constantly bothering others, saying he's better when he's the worst -"

"But he's still a toon -"

"ALWAYS relying on your brother to save him only to respond with hostility. You know how he is! It would be a waste to put in Ichor just for someone who's nothing but trouble."

"..."

Hah, I win 🥳 Scraps gaze fell to the floor, putting on a long silence before she grabbed Toodles' hand and marched away.

I watched her, obviously feeling proud of how I won that argument, but maybe I should consider making Shrimpos replica now...

Shrimpos Pov

I walked around the warehouse, keeping a kill count with me. So far, I got Cosmo, Toodles, Rodger, and others that I couldn't keep track of.

I just know there should be one more left. I walk towards the broken down elevator, slowly turning the corner before I see a... figure? I see a Twisted, but I can't tell who it is...

I try hiding in the dark while spying on it. They have a tail, really tall, and it looks like it's gonna be a challenge to kill. It reminds me of a T-Rex, a large body with small arms.

As I was analyzing it, the Twisted snapped its neck to where I am, its red eyes focusing on me. I was caught off guard. This thing should see me as Twisted, Why can it recognize me...

It trudged closer, every step resulting in a threating stomp.

I prepared my bat, getting prepared for a hit and run.

"Do...you remember me?" It asked with a smile, Ichor slowly dripping from in between the teeth. Its claws sharpened, excited for my answer.

Shelly.

I remember her. I probably picked on her the least because she was already miserable as she is. I hated the fact that she was so depressed all the time, and the fact that only me and two other toons could see it was frustrating. I hate being frustrated.

I took a deep breath and replied, "Yeah." I held the bat behind my back while slowly walking out of the dark.

Then.... what's my name?" She asked more eagerly, but when I came into full view, her smile faltered.

"Your name is Shelly, right?" I replied, walking a little closer

She tilted her head, looking me up and down, "Yeah... and you.... Shrimpo? I remember you being more... shorter..." she chuckled awkwardly, "Sorry I couldn't recognize you."



"Im surprised you could recognize me at all, I thought you would just ignore me like the other twisteds." I let my guard down a little, holding my bat by my side. Can you blame me? It's been forever since I actually had a conversation with another 'toon'.

Her dinosaur tail swayed gently, "I heard the elevator doors, so I thought my dinner was here, and the Ichor didn't get to my head completely, so I can converse and stuff. Speaking of which, it's odd you are in this state, it's already rare for the main toons to be able to think straight so you must be extra lucky, or more unlucky in this case?" Shelly circled me, analyzing before standing in front of me again.

Did she really refer other toons as dinner? But other than her mental state, she still seems logical, "So you mean the Ichor only affected me but not my head?"

Shelly nodded, "mhm! But that extra ichor does mutate your body, which is why I couldn't recognize you... sorry about that. I didn't mean to." She rubbed the side of her arm, glancing to the floor out of embarrassment. "But hey, you seem much more cooperative so I can get used to it."

"Yeah, I just developed a... coping mechanism." I glanced at my bat, watching it drip Ichor.

"Mhm, you like killing toons too? I'd recommend eating them. It is a waste to leave perfectly fine food for other Twisteds to rip apart." Her tone became more sinister for a moment, her pupils dilating before focusing in on me again.

I chuckled, I guess I see her point in eating them, but maybe not yet... shit did I really just consider eating someone - gross. "Oh, nah. I kill Twisteds, I mean, they are already brain dead anyway, and I might as well get them out of the way. What gave you the idea I kill toons, though?"

She tapped at her neck with her claws, "You have bite marks on your neck, im guessing it's from pebble, right?"

".....Oh, yeah, yeah." I rub my neck, I should really cover this up.