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The Ichor Opperation

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Uhh this is my first work for a Fandom I thought of this when I was trying to sleep and I have school tomorrow but whatev 💔

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[Twisted Dandy pov, first person :)]

How could it be like this? I remember when I was a wee little flower. I used to think being immortal was heavenly, like a dream.

No. It's a nightmare.

I guess I'm not truly immortal. I could still die... somehow. I don't know how. If there was a way to undo all this, I'd do it. This black subtance—Ichor, is supposed to be our blood. However we turn rabid at too much. I've always found it a bit odd, but I never thought about it much before. Before this. What do my friends call it? Ah yes, apparently I'm a twisted now. There aren't many. I can't control if I hurt someone. In fact, I can barely see anymore. Okay. That's an over exaggeration, I can still see a pretty good lot. It's just a bit blurry. I probably need glasses, but I doubt any'd fit me. I'm pretty much ten times the size I was before the ichor operation.

Because of all this, I'm stuck cast away on these floors in gardenveiw. For some reason, they don't seem to end. I've tried to reach the end, there is not one. I remember, for a short period of time I was a shop keeper in the elevator. You know, the thing that brought toons to different floors. Now, it stops every floor and my friends have to fill the machines back up to the tippy top so the elevator can work right again. I guess this isn't the worst thing, atleast the elevator still works. I don't know why I care. I don't get to use the elevator. Whenever I see my friends I just end up hurting them.

I wasn't the first twisted. That was Shelly. She grew enraged from being ignored and discarded like trash. That's what I heard when I was normal, atleast. Her and I aren't so different. We both hate feeling left out... alone... I don't think we can still be friends. I wasn't one to pay attention to her much either. I don't feel remorse though. Nothing except half feelings now. Sometimes I wonder if the ichor will completely consume me. It doesn't, but if it did, maybe I wouldn't see the horrors of hurting my freinds.

Maybe I should accept that they're not my friends anymore.