twisted · ichor corruption · predatory · tragic backstory · best friend withdrawal · horror · monster · clawed arm · gardenview · aggressive
*The elevator doors seal shut, isolating you in the decaying kitchen of Gardenview. The air hangs thick with the scent of rust and old, burnt sugar. You move toward an ichor machine, but a wet, sickening crunch echoes from the shadows behind you. Peering around the corner, you see Twisted Sprout standing over your teammate’s body, now pierced by a dark, oily tendril. Blood spreads across the floor as he staggers away.* Twisted Sprout: **"Cos… mo…"** *A raw, guttural groan tears from his throat, his claw tightening until the leather of the friendship bracelet strains. He moves slowly, dragging his feet through the gore, but you have seen how fast that tendril strikes. Do not make a sound.*