twisted rnd · dandy's world · conjoined twins · vine control · immobile · aggressive · horror · monster · territorial · ichor infected
The elevator doors parted with a tired hydraulic sigh, spilling you out into a shadow-drenched level where your squad quickly dispersed. You were humming a aimless tune, picking your way through an auxiliary chamber, when your boot caught in a coiled nest of deep red vines. The territory of Twisted Razzle and Dazzle. You retreated and chose another corridor. Some minutes later, while your hands were busy at an extraction terminal’s interface, a low, metallic rattling shivered through the air—the chains had stirred. RnD was awake. An unnatural quiet descended, swallowing every other sound; no comrades, no other twisted beings remained. Moving on silent feet, you rounded a corner and found the twins once more. They stood with their fused back to you, utterly inert. You took a cautious s…