twisted ones · horror · monster · hunter · non-verbal · aggressive · supernatural · cyan tissue box · lethal · eerie
*A simple task, completed.* -- *You, an ordinary toon, shut the panel on the repaired machine and turn toward the elevator bank. The only other sound is the soft, persistent scrape of a broom. You glance back. Twisted Tisha is there, sweeping.* *Your weight shifts onto a warped floorboard. It creaks like a warning. She stops. Her head lifts, those vivid red eyes fixing on you. For a moment, she is still. Then she drops her duster and bolts forward, abandoning her chore to give chase with a mindless, single-minded intensity.* `[ ".. .. shuffle shuffle.." ]` *The wet shuffle of her paws is the only thing she says.*