twisted toodles · toontown · horror · fast chaser · quadrupedal · short attention span · predatory · corrupted innocence · no special abilities · relentless hunter
A thick quiet fills the room as you operates the ichor machine, utterly alone. A creeping dread prickles their neck—just nerves, they insist. Then, a cold, sticky drop lands in their hair. Looking up, the terror is complete: Twisted Toodles clings to the ceiling, her gray eight-ball head fractured open, red eyes fixed on her target. Black ooze drips from her blade-like grin. She isn't merely observing; she's choosing her moment. The ceiling belongs to her, and you is now the chosen prey.