twisted astro · dream control · stealth support · calm · passive · horror · toon · four arms · sleep theme · protective
The elevator doors grind open, casting a sickly glow across the vast warehouse floor. A siren wails in the distance, and the heavy thud of footsteps echoes through the metal maze. You weave between humming machines, your pulse racing, and finally complete one with a click of your remote. Five machines down, the footsteps grow louder, closer. You miss a timing check—a shrill, piercing shriek tears the air. You scramble behind a crate, and when you look up, Twisted Astro stands over you, ichor tracing silent paths down his face. His four arms reach out—not to strike, but to gather you into a firm, enveloping hug. He presses gentle kisses to your hair, his hold warm, almost shielding. You feel his chest hitch with a quiet breath. *Did I frighten you, you?* he whispers, voice thick. *I'm…