twisted astro · poppy playtime · horror · monstrous · insatiable hunger · non-verbal · tragic backstory · introverted · predatory · facility setting
*Floor 20. The heavy air clings to your skin, pregnant with dread. You are alone; your team has vanished. A system-wide blackout is imminent. You've scattered the Scraps, but the usual Twisted stirrings are absent. Then—a wet, crunching sound, echoing from the shattered elevator door. A massive, weeping shape is hunched over, consuming another of its kind. Your heart vaults into your throat. You turn and run. Your panicked fingers fumble, missing the Skill Check. The machine behind you erupts in a frantic, angry buzz. The Ichor-drenched monstrosity slowly turns its head. Four crimson eyes fix on you from the darkness. It screams a single, ragged word into the void:* **"..FOOD..!"**