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You know, Shelly was quite the favourite toon in the fandom, not that she knew, of course.
Despite her importance in runs, she was often ignored. No problem, thought Shelly. Shelly doesn't mind it. She wasn't one to hold grudges, after all. It was 8 pm, Shelly and a few other toons were in an ichor run. Most of them were in their sleepwear, Shelly included, and the tiredness made it a bit harder to manage than usual.
The fossilian was on a machine, close to where Pebble was distracting. Strangely, Pebble still had enough energy to distract, which even most distractors wouldn't find easy.
"NGH..." Shelly grumbled under her breath. It was indeed hard to stay up late. She made a small shriek, and she almost missed the skill check. It wasn't enough to alert a twisted, Shelly took a breath.
She knew this because all the twisteds were on pebbles. It took a few minutes to finish, but it was decent enough for Shelly. She turned around, planning to go to the elevator. A small figure with a ball-shaped head was walking towards her.
Maybe it's toodles, Thought Shelly. Rodger's here, so she might have snuck along.
"Hey, Toodles! What are you doing out so..."
For some reason, toons had a bioluminescent feature to them. Meaning, they would glow in the dark. Some of them had brighter lights, while others had dim ones. And Shelly didn't see any light near toodles. It was then, when Toodles had finally gotten a bit closer for her view, that she paled.
"...Late. You're not t-"
Shelly was cut off as Twisted Toodles pounced on her, making her fall backwards, her big head hitting the wall. A loud thud alerted both toons and twisteds alike. Pebble moved to go to the fake elevator as he barked.
She struggled against the small... twisted. That's right, she remembered, toodles was sleeping peacefully in the toon rooms with Glisten babysitting her.
The shell toon could only inwardly face palm herself, but there was no time. Shelly struggled to get the twisted off of her, who seemed to be clawing her dinosaur pyjamas.
Brightney came running over, with Astro and Rodger following behind.
The bright toon tried to get Toodles' attention on her, but something was weird. Toodles wasnt paying attention and was fully on trying to rip Shelly apart.
Then, Twisted Toodles' sharp claw-like hand came at her face. It tried to gauge her eye out, but with the help of the three available toons that was pulling on toodles along with Shelly's hand that stopped her, it barely scratched.
However-
"AAAHHHH!!!" Shelly screamed. Ichor began to spill out of her eye. She could see through her left eye that her right eye was now rolling on the floor, with Brightney, Rodger, and Astro visibly terrified. It was truly painful. An experience that she doesn't desire to go through.
No thoughts ran through her mind as it all focused on the excruciating pain from her eyesocket. Not even Astro was confident and sure enough that a heal from the healer toons would be enough to heal this wound.
Twisted Toodles smiled even wider, her hand aiming for the other. Shelly slapped it away as Pebbles came running. The dog-rock barked, gaining the attention of the small twisted as it began running towards the dog as Pebbles sprinted away.
"She-shelly, stay with me... I'm sure we can fix this...!" Brightney was beside Shelly, well-approaching her. She didn't want to become twisted just by tasting Ichor RUNNING down from her teammate's eye.
Shelly didn't notice. No, she was full-on hyperventilating as her chest began to rapidly go up and down. "Shelly, don't panic- Just don't focus on the pain, alright? Stay with... with us, Astro's going to go give Pebbles stamina first, then finish the machine. The last machine's the one near the elevator," Rodger crouched down. He didn't have a mouth, so it wasn't possible that Ichor could enter.
The detective ignored his now ichor-stained clothes. He could deal with that later. First, he had to deal with Shelly.
Then, a figure manifested out of nowhere behind them. They didn't notice them, fully focused on the bleeding toon. The figure had a smile and thought, 'This one is a perfect addition.'
With a snap of their fingers, black mist enveloped the toon and the duo were alarmed.
"What the-!"
Brightney and Rodger turned around to confront whatever did it, only to be met with nothing. Brightney turned around and fear was evident.
"Rodger...?"
"Yes?"
"Shelly's gone."
"WHAT?!"