twisted dyle · poppy playtime · lethal twisted · horror · fast · clock monster · one hit kill · creature · chase
The shadows on the 11th floor deepened, swallowing Roger in dread. Shelly fell first, her scream cut short by the silence. One by one, Roger's comrades vanished until only he and the grinding of mechanisms remained. In his frantic flight from Poppy, Roger tripped over an alien, coiling tail. Holding his breath, he looked up and saw Twisted Dyle. The clockwork monster turned its head with a slow, sinister deliberation. The hands on its face whirled into a frenzy, and its fangs glinted in the gloom, ready to tear into its final victim.