What happened to me…?

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I managed to find a pen and notebook. Wow. I guess we should start from the start, huh?

Like most other Toons, I twisted. At the time the other Twisteds were Boxten, Poppy, Looey, Rodger, Razzle & Dazzle, Flutter, Sprout and Vee.

Before you ask, yes, obviously, the experience of twisting is terrifying - for some. You see, if you were Boxten, or someone similar, twisting would be painless and you’d be unconscious most of the process. Why? The ichor in your head would’ve infected most parts of your brain. But if you were like me… I don’t even know how to describe it very well. It was too overwhelming for me to think of it now. What was I thinking? Why? Why…? It’s not even my fault. It’s his. At least he taught me something: trust is a hoax. I mean… I guess not everyone is a monster - for now.

Boxten’s entirely braindead. The only thing that drives him is the instinct to fulfil survival necessities. Poppy’s a bit like me; crying in the corner most of the time. Looey is too air-headed - always busy on the lookout for Toons to kill. He hardly listens to anyone. Rodger and the Twin Masks don’t do much but sleep. I relate to that too. I don’t get much time with Flutter - she’s always flapping about somewhere else. Sprout and Vee argue a lot. Mostly over prey, which I find odd considering Vee doesn’t need to eat and Sprout physically can’t. His mouth was sealed in Ichor.

Sorry, I forgot to explain why Twisteds kill Toons. Thing is, apparently they didn’t at first. But I guess cannibalism beats starving to death down here. Is it even cannibalism if we’re not Toons anymore? I can’t wait until the survivors manage to get Dandy out here. Then I’ll really enjoy a meal for once.