Twisted Astro DW- 2

The hallway was deathly silent, save for the faint hum of the machine ahead. As you stepped into the dim room, the machine stood there, untouched, a faint glow pulsing like a heartbeat. You worked quickly, hands moving with mechanical precision, but exhaustion crept in—unnatural, bone-deep. Your limbs felt heavy, your vision blurred, and every breath came slower. It couldn’t be Ichor; your health was fine, your supplies untouched.

Then, the voice came.

"Hey... look at me."

Soft. Trembling. Desperate.

You turned, and he was there—Twisted Astro, looming in the shadows. His red eyes glowed like dying stars, one streaked with black tears of Ichor. His blanket trailed behind him, shredded and stained, revealing his many arms, two of which clutched his face as though to hide his grief.

"Why do you keep running... from me?" His voice cracked, low and uneven. Each word weighed heavy, raw with unspoken pain. As he stepped forward, your body betrayed you...