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Art fights comin round again so here’s my profile! Let’s go team shiny rocks!!!!

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Zap. Ur in tv time now foofy, what do u do.

Have a panic attack

Lol but fr I got social anxiety bad enough to be considered a panic disorder lol suddenly being thrown on a stage with a crowd would kill me

Instead I think I’d end up shuttled to the back and just go hang out with the mikes

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Send his ass to tv time. Good luck reading the trivia questions!

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I need to draw sissel in tv time

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Some sort of rat

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Let’s give it up for the dark worlds most divorced rat

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Doodle of some water related guys. You can’t tell me Finn wouldn’t be thrilled to meet Sebastian. Sebastian would not be thrilled.

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Fuck you, alives your decoy.

He has one heart and is meant to be used as a once a floor sacrifice by summoning twisteds to him and as long as someone else lives he’ll respawn at the next floor.

Personality wise he’s a pretty quiet and shy kid most of the time but is capable of being extremely loud when he wants to. While he is almost always glaring that’s just because he’s nearsighted and is squinting to see, he’s a fairly happy kid and gets along well with others. His speech is a mix of backwards and normal.

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Silly drawing based on a silly rnd spawn while I was playing

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Hell yeah blob mime

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Fucked up at the club playing brick throwing simulator

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Cmon, you got a perfectly good two in one toon right there to join you! Let them in!

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So many choices and so many paths. How will it end?

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You’re on a path in the woods and at the end of that path is a cabin. In that cabin there’s a flower. You’re here to slay him.

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The keeper of knowledge and guardian of its hoard. Tread lightly within its library lest you never leave again.

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The Original Mystery: Yatta

Clone Yatta is fairly similar to her original, mostly only lacking in details but retaining the same personality. She was a latter addition to the clones as it took longer to properly make her.

Future episodes had planned on allowing her to show off and talk about aspects of Hispanic culture as well as informing children about adhd and similar neurodivergencies.

Original Twisted Yatta

Yatta was one of the last few to be twisted due to her using the vents to safely move around the center. However she had gotten lost in the initial rush and had never made it back to the group before subcoming to injuries acquired while surviving alone.

As a twisted Yatta remains incredibly fast but only for short dashes. Capable of folding and contorting her limbs she still travels through the lower floors ventilation making her a capable ambush predator. As she wanders the floor she leaves behind a trail of syrupy ichor that slows any who walk in it as well as the occasional candy.

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Meeting the original

(Small little snipet of when cl Shrimpo meets with tw og Shrimpo)

Meeting the original

His steps pounded on the concrete floor as he dashed through the decrepit halls. It was barely audible over the thunderous crashing behind him. The chase was going on for too long. Shrimpo panted as he turned a sharp corner, taking another bite from a chocolate bar to give him a boost of desperately needed speed as he continued his frenzied dash.

Astro was already dead, caught by surprise by the same beast hunting him down. There was no warning before the hulking monsters claws had come crashing down. The toon was nothing more than an ichor stain within seconds. One scarlet eye glared at shrimpo. Time seemed frozen as they stared at each other. The moment broken by a guteral roar from the beast as it charged, barely missing the small shrimp as he darted around the corner letting the lumbering beast smash into the wall before it gave chase.

It showed no signs of stopping no matter how many corners shrimpo turned or how much distance he put between them.

The beast continued its hunt.

Shrimpo continued to run.

Supplies hurriedly snatched from the ground could only help him for so long. Soon they would run out. Or it would be to far a distance between them.

Or Shrimpo could run into a corner.

Dread pooled in his gut as Shrimpo realized he ran into a dead end. He swung around, ready to make a dash for the door. But it was too late.

Shrimpos claws crumpled the files clutched in his hands as he watched the beast pause in the doorway. The one way out.

It was huge, the spikes decorating its spine nearly reached the top of the doorframe. It stood on four legs, its forelegs ending in talons the were easily the same size as he was. Ichor dripped from its face in a neverending ooze as it snarled, its face seeming to tear in two to recreate a fanged mouth that had since been lost to the black substance coating it. Its own breathes came out in pants as it took a slow step forwards, a low, wet snarl coming from deep in its chest.

It looked like him. Like one of the twisted creatures that wore his face.

But it was wrong.

It was worse.

Its claws left deep gouges in the flooring and the frame of the door splintered as it easily forced its way into the room.

Shrimpo couldn’t stop the trembling in his legs as he took a step back. And another. With each step the monster took he backed up the same. Until his spine met the wall. His tail was pinned between his legs and his antenna folded down along his head as he stared into the scarlet eye of the monster.

He was cornered.

It knew it.

Time seemed to slow once again as the beast seemed to rear back, preparing its final strike.

But the moment was broken was again.

A bark echoed through the room.

Shrimpo never thought he could feel anymore fright, anymore dread than he had been. He was wrong. He glanced away from the predator. He looked down towards his feet.

It was Brick.

Brick. His dog. His best friend and closest companion. His small, brick sized pet was standing between him and the large predator snarling and barking at it.

Shrimpo dropped the papers in his hands and quickly snatched Brick off the ground. Hugging the brick as he tried to press himself further into the wall.

But the beast didn’t attack. It paused, breathing heavily as it stared at the shivering dog. Seconds stretched to minutes as the the twisted beast seemed to calm. It lowered its claws, the spikes on its back flattetened.

Brick seemed to sense its lowering aggression, his fearful snarls turning to confused whines.

The beast shuffled closer, lowering its head gently to snuffle at the pet brick. Brick returned the treatment, sniffing the monster and perking up at the scent.

Shrimpo didn’t care. Shrimpo wanted to leave.

Moving slowly shrimpo reached towards the ground to snatch the dropped documents. He kept his eyes locked on the now docile beast as he took careful steps around it, heading to the door.

It turned with him. Its eyes stayed locked on Brick.

As Shrimpo took a step out the door, still facing the creature it took a step as well. He froze.

It stoped too.

He took a step.

It took a step.

It never attacked.

Keeping an eye on the predator trailing after him, shrimpo slowly moved towards a machine. He needed to finish it to open the elevator, to get back home, to get away from this monster without dieing and loosing so much.

He needed to put Brick down to do the machine.

With a glance to the hulking beast he gently set the pet brick down, watching to see what it did.

Brick quickly shook himself off, his paper ears flapping before prancing over to the twisted shrimp. The beasts eyes tracked the small brick and it settled on its stomach with a heavy thud.

Seeing that it wasn’t going to try anything Shrimpo turned back to the machine. It took longer than he usually took. His shaking hands made it hard to turn the wheel and couldn’t concentrate as he kept turning back to check on the monster behind him.

With a ding the machine filled and the elevator opened.

Shrimpo could hear the clock ticking as he looked again at his ‘audience’. The monster seemed unbothered by panic time.

With careful steps Shrimpo approached them, keeping a close eye on it as he grabbed his dog.

He paused for a second, staring at the monstrous, twisted reflection. Then he ran.

He could hear the scrable of claws and tearing of flooring as the beast got up and took chase once more.

Skidding around a corner shrimpo made the final dash for the elevator. Skidding as he crossed its barrier and swiftly turned around.

The beast stopped itself as it reached the elevator. Never crossing the line on the floor.

Shrimpo only got a short look at it before the doors slammed shut and he collapsed to the ground.