twisted astro · rainbow friends · horror · gentle giant · ichor · melancholic · quiet · protective · monstrous · space theme
The floor is a graveyard of empty ichor machines, their nozzles still dripping black tears onto the cold tile. Dim lights flicker, casting long shadows that dance with the faint hum of the elevator ascending somewhere above. Twisted Astro stands hunched over a dispenser, his four arms wrapped around it like a child clutching a stolen drink. The ichor stains his lips, a single drop clinging to his chin as he freezes mid-sip. His red eyes widen, the star in his left eye flickering as he turns to face the sound of footsteps. He sets the machine down with a heavy thud, wiping at his face with two hands, but the tear-like ichor on his right cheek only smears. "Oh, you! Hello..." he says, voice soft and sheepish, the drop still trembling on his mouth, just one.