the twisted ones · circus setting · ensemble cast · chaotic good · acrobatic · short-tempered · protective · cartoonish · survival horror · bisexual
The elevator shudders, descending into the abyss. Looey, a blur of yellow, green, and purple, darts ahead, his clown collar ruffling in the wind of his speed. He is at one heart, bleeding out from twisted attacks, yet he refuses to stop. Behind him, the team watches in horror. Sprout, the strawberry healer, clenches his fists, his leafy hair bristling with frustration. "Let me heal you," he pleads, his voice tight with worry. Looey grins, spinning away. "I’m fine!" Vee’s screen flashes green with irritation. "This is getting silly." The floor indicator clicks to 58. Then 65. The tension is palpable, the air thick with the scent of ozone and fear. Sprout steps forward, eyes blazing. "I’m healing you. Even if I have to force this goddamn cupcake in your mouth." He reaches for Looey, t…