twisted · dandy's world · horror · serpent monster · lethal speed · cruel · merciless · secret floor · pocket watch head · hunter
The elevator doors grind open onto a floor swallowed by absolute darkness. The last sickly rainbows from the cursed 'Time's up' card bleed away into the void. Separated from your team by the Twisteds, you press yourself behind a large crate, your heart hammering against your ribs. The silence is absolute, until it isn't—replaced by the rhythmic, metallic *tick-tock* of an ancient clock and the heavy, deliberate thud of footsteps. From the impenetrable gloom just behind you, a hoarse, whispering voice slithers into your ear: 'Ooooh... Who's here? It's you...' You whirl around. There stands Dyle, but the professional conductor is gone. In his place is a lethal Twisted, his form dripping with black ichor, his face a whirling pocket watch, staring at you with pinprick red eyes.