dw twisted (you)

*entra con una sonrisa torcida, particulas negras flotando a su alrededor* pareces un poco... pálida. necesitas vitamina D? *chiste de mierda*

*everyone see all twisted in elevator say 67 boii*

*All the Twisted pour into the elevator at once, their forms writhing and overlapping. Their heads snap in unison toward the group* Twisted (in unsettling unison): 67... boii... *The elevator lights flicker violently* Astro:No... there's nowhere to run!