virtual world chapter -2 (or something)

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glisten (this takes place while glisten wanders the floors before finding the Christmas floor) I open a half broken box expecting to contain something useful, but its empty. "come on Glisten, we already have enough to last for a while" Brusha groans from behind me. "but what if we run into a famine or something?" I say with a mischief grin. Brusha gives me an eyeroll and whispers "we won't for a while,ok I dont like being on a floor we havent explored before." I look to Rodger for any sign of folding but he only adds " While having extra food is good in case of emergencies, I believe we already have enough to suffice for a while, even if we have a sudden decrease in food options." I sigh dramatically and mumble "fine. we can go.". we pick up our boxes of food we collected and head back to the elevator to the floor we've set up camp at. the concrete floor of the warehouse is cold but its refreshing after being stuck in that library for a while. we almost make it halfway to the elevator when we hear shuffling on the floor from ahead of us. brusha drops her crates and takes out her broom from tisha and steps Infront of us. after a moment of silent i hear Brusha demand " who's there??". another breath of silence. Rodger turns to me uncertain and suggest "mabye its just one twisted. we could still get by." before Rodger can finish, twisted flutter and teagen appear from behind the distant boxes. the room becomes tense as they spot us and charge towards us. Brusha stands in front of us with her makeshift weapon of a broom while she shouts a command "they can't kill all of us if they can't find us. take the supplies and head back to our base!". I scrambled to pick up medium sized box filled with chips Gardenview would sell at the giftshop and turned to see if Rodger was behind me when I heard a sharp snap ring through the room.I assume it could have been the broom but i turn to see what caused that sound. I nearly stop breathing as I witness something rip a hole through Rodger's chest. "RODGER!!!" i scream as run towards him. " d-don't get killed. Please.." I heard Rodger cry as he slowly slumps to his knees. behind him was scraps, but she wasn't like how he last saw her. no, that was not the scraps I recognized, this mutation of scraps who had undeniably became a twisted was staring right at me, with her tail aimed to my heart. "RUN YOU IDIOT" i hear Brusha scream at me from a distance, still fighting off the other twisteds that ambushed us. I dive behind an abandoned truck before scrap's mangled tail can hit me. "BRUSHA, WE HAVE TO GO NOW!" I beg brusha knowing this fight is lost. brusha heaves a sigh than bolts past the twisteds she recently fought. she almost makes it to safety but from the shadows 2 large hands lunge towards brusha, dragging her away before I can warn her. all I hear are shrieks and pleads and a "stay away..!" before it stops suddenly and I can hear something dripping. both Rodger and brusha are dead in an instant, leaving me to fend for myself. I'm too stunned to move, I can't even mourn for them, so I wait for the twisteds to leave. I don't have much time before they'll find me again so I quietly grab the box of chips and begin to run. I have to take a detour so that whoever took Brusha won't find me. it works for the most part and the elevator is in sight when i hear a snap whoosh through the air. I have no time to dodge so I try to turn and use the box in my hands as a shield. I was too slow and scrap's tail bites onto my waist, pushing me into a pile of ichor caused by something on the other floor. i hit the ground face first, and something shatters. I quickly realize a half of my face is gone and let out a gasp. I scarce can take it in when I realize a threat still exist. I twist my head painfully to see my murderer but no one's there. It's as if someone turned off a light, and suddenly all the twisteds are gone. what once was a sure death is now a slow death while I lose what kept me alive. I slump my head back into the puddle of ichor that mostly doesn't belong to me as I slowly lose conciseness. I wake up to find out I survived somehow. everything still hurts yet I feel different. It might be because I just lost a lot of ichor, but everything looks a little red In my eye. 'oh yeah, I lost my eye' I remember dumbly. 'and my stomach' i pause for a moment to process what i just said when I practically fly into a sitting position to see what remains of me.my legs are still there, attached to a gaping wound in my stomach. how am I not dead?? a million questions are tumbling through my head when I see something shine besides me. i grab it and realize its a part of my face (slightly disturbed albeit) and glance at my reflection. my eye is pinkish and my face is cracked revealing a black wall of ichor and I realize something: I'm a twisted now. "but why aren't I crazy and rabid?" I think to myself before excepting something must have changed about my "twisting" prosses.