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I‘m still employed at the hallowise factory

So crowded in here

{The Little Devil Meets Mr Chips and Mr Wheezy}

Yea I was flipping through old sketchbooks and found this ‘delightful’ little interaction. Im probs gonna redraw more of my old ideas bc some made me chuckle (these are all so corny and self indulgent)

Shame that the Dexter short is lost media

Some Dyle (both toon and twisted headcanons) for some x reader stuff. (Think of yourself as a main or regular toon. Doesn't matter.)

Also, pay no mind to your scroll bar on the side there..

☆ The first ever time you ever saw Dyle was just him helping Arthur and Delilah, just some exchange of glances if anything. Never really considered anything of him other than just some toon you didn't know. (If anything thought he could’ve been a part of the show? Probably made but never used? That or was just never intended for kids..)

○There were times kids would get lost and then found later by a toon- the kid claiming that he was brought back by a clock guy from the lower floors. Which was.. something, the other toons were kinda creeped out by that. Some toons just blew it off as maybe some trickery of the light.

○ Though the little handful of children that got lost all collectively agree about a clock toon and just talk about it, making some toons kinda freak out or be excited for an upcoming character.

☆ About maybe a week into Gardenview's shutdown was when you and every other toon were somewhat ‘properly’ introduced to Dyle. Taking up shop right across from Dandy, just sort of sitting there lonely.

○ Okay maybe the existence of a clock toon made sense to others now.

☆ After maybe a bit you finally talked to him, not exchanging much words but at least enough to make a somewhat decent conversation not be bland. It was nice having another toon who actually listened and understood it unlike some who nodded along or weren't listening in the slightest. Not every toon was like that though, only a few.. However you wouldn't consider most of the cast your friends or anything closer. More of just acquaintances or toons to talk to from keeping yourself from being bored.

☆ It started getting to the point where you would greet Dyle from time to time when you saw him in the shop, which was almost always.. He started to open up a bit more to you, mostly about trains out of anything else. The way his shoulders went from almost stiff to relaxed when given the floor to speak his mind and thoughts. You would be patient and listen to him as he spoke about the things he preferred, with this the both of y'all would start to exchange things that interested the other. Picking up on little quirks and such that only really tied to certain toons however some only individualistic factors only catered to Dyle.

○ Ponies, have you seen those? No. Well besides drawings and such. But in real life? Nope. Apparently small horses that Dyle liked but not a thing he constantly talked about like how Finn does with fish. No toon could surpass Finn in fish talk…

☆ Barely noticeable fangs ( which only very few toons had ex: Goob or Yatta ) which wasn't a bad thing, just interested you since you just now noticed it. A rhythmic ticking sound which was barely audible unless you listened through the chitter chatter of toons, that and how he looked at you more with fondness than just simple recognition anytime he noticed you and talked to you. ( Maybe it was just the new lifestyle of being flipped on your head and ditched by your creators to then be expected to deal with everyday long supply runs. And then to top that a rise of monsters that look almost like your or any other toons doppelganger and want your flesh that made you somewhat feel soft anytime he looked at you more than a random toon who is possibly dying this day or the next. )

☆ It wasn't like you would point it out or anything, the last thing you wanted to do was lose a friend over pointing out a slight difference in how they treated you. That and you didn't want to seem like you were accusing him of feeling something for you.

☆ That and the thought of a possibility of Dyle catching feelings seemed off for some toon like him, you were well aware both of y'all had certain parts and roles to play that couldn't really be meld or worked in together giving you and him a possibility and more time with him. That and this was no time to have a relationship within the state Gardenview was in with constant dwindling supply and abundance of more monsters.

☆ After months of struggle busing it through this life with the well.. everything.. Would lead you to be drained enough to let Dyle at times get glimpses of a side of you that you wouldn't want to show anyone since even you didn't know existed till now.

○ Panting ever so slightly as you wobbled all the way over to Dyle's counter, eyes tired and unfocused as your feet were dragging under your weight. Feeling as if you just ran a marathon straight with no water, no breaks, no nothing.

○ You could see the look on his face when his eyes landed on your disheveled figure, from a look of concern to a wince ever so slightly. He wouldn't ask about your times below however he may try to talk to you on a different topic.

☆ To be square and even - You had from time to time seen Dyle not look too hot as well.. He almost seemed like he was going to crack under everything like Gardenview's foundation a week ago since the whole maintenance thing.. Which no toon could really fix.

○ From watching little red specks at his centers die down as he locked his gaze onto you, if anything not confiding into you. You didn’t need the stress to be passed onto you or take the blunt of his anger out on you.

☆ It would get to a point Dyle would somewhat almost wish you specifically good luck - he wasn't really too worried for you since you could handle yourself. Though crippling doubt would engrave and etched at the back of the dark corners of his brain which was the absolute breeding grounds for bad thoughts he may have let himself maladaptive daydream about time to time as he sat around watching his shop as you were out.

☆ Watching you return seemed to always wash Dyle of any previous troubles regarding you going under and either being left behind, failing at trying to distract if the previous toon distracting passed a floor ago, or having via a distractor leading a twisted(s) that then maul you for being within simple proximity. Or self sacrifice for another teammate..

☆ A minimal period of time passed Dyle was a bit open to have some time set back for you and him when he wasn't in the shop, giving you a bit of a sized sample Dandy asked (tasked) Dyle to make him to sell at the elevator shop. Dyle may have snuck a decent batch of those cookies for you. Claiming it was needing a taste tester that wasn't Goob or Yatta cause they would run off with the whole batches.

○ “Giving me gifts now Timesly?” you joked, a smile creeping on your face. “Need a taste tester that won't gorge out on all the cookies before they even leave the pan.” Dyle claimed, looking to the side and off into the distance.

○ “And so I'm the first choice? Oh you flatter me.” you remark, eyes softening slightly. “I could just of ask-” Dyle began. “NO-” You shut your mouth not meaning to yell and interrupt Dyle, who seemed to almost be startled for a point blank. “Sorry.” you add.

☆ You had begun to maybe skip a run or two just to chat with Dyle in down time at the lobby - with Dandy being busy with the toons on the many runs or ‘runners’ as you referred to them as plus the overarching lonesome that was the lobby when no toon was there..

○ “Do you wven get breaks? Or do you have to guard this place for when Dandicus is gone?” you questioned, you understood that any toon could just waltz in the lobby and steal from Dandy at any time while he was off trying to boycott the others into buying his garbage.. Gigi has done it. That was why Dyle had to be out here constantly.. That and Dandy sleep in his shop now..

☆ Within time Dyle came to terms with how he felt for you, writing it out many times. Each draft begging to be more perfected to get out the words Dyle's heart said rather than some simplified confession. Going into deep description about how he felt, thought, and how he was warmed by your presence.

○ “Now that's just sloppish-” he muttered angerly to himself, crumbling the page and tossing it somewhere behind him. Attempt after attempt was a trial, reusing a few lines from previous confession letters that got his point across, wasn't regurgitations of the same line throughout famous literature overlapped 1000x over, anything that wasn't under the bar.

Twisted Dyle headcanons..

☆ After coming back into contact with Dyle after he went missing was.. A story to say at the very least. The easiest summary is that when your first ever inconvenience with the massive twisted was him running at you almost like a game of trolly where you either had to A. Be caught by Twisted Boxten and Twisted Cosmo or B. Giant serpentine on steroids clawing its way to your exact location from across the stratosphere.. Like how does he hear it and not the music box that was two feet away?

☆ So.. Your first meeting didn't go too hot - you barely escaped with the use of your legs - Meaning that your legs nearly gave out as you ran out of energy to get away from this thing, you vividly recount Rodger preaching to the high heavens that the new lethal that the runners encountered had a way worse attention span then Pebble.. Which was hard to beat when comparing this dog to any twisted else.

☆ You won't lie, that first rekindling after what? A month maybe? Eh you forgot since the clocks hanging about each floor have no batteries anymore.. That and time is something nobody really wants to think passes anymore down here. (Whether not wanting to know how long the creators left or dwindling of food and resources..) Sucked absolute bullocks, but hey. You now found Dyle. Just need to reintroduce yourself to him..

☆ Time after time - fail after failure you grew in progress, hey! He wasn't exactly wanting your head disconnected with the rest of your body. Though seeing you on an almost daily basis was making him slowly but surely recognize you and recall some of the times that still were fuzzy.

☆ It got to the mark where when Dyle heard the sound of an opened elevator he'd already be crawling over, this time actually taking sweet time slithering to you and not rubbing his underside raw every time he heard a noise. (You'd think slithering on carpet at rapid speeds would feel relieving but nope.. carpet burn was a bitch.)

☆ Maybe this time he recalls you and your friendship and not you being lulled into a sense of security by him just for you to be a new splat on the floor! Jeez maybe after finding all those notes addressed to you made you go at this whole experiment harder.. (that you may have found out since you may have broken into his gift shop in the hopes for clues..)

○ “What do we have here?” you ask yourself in the darkness, it was actually simple to get in Dyle's shop - but leaving and trying to make this place look unscathed when Dandy came back wouldn't be a cakewalk..

○ Picking up pages, some had lines scribbled out, some full of yearning quotes and phrases, plans on ‘dates’if.. reciprocated? Man you had Dyle paged out wrong in your head, maybe he did have a romantic bone under all that ‘I don't have the luxury of having friends’ talk.

☆ Do you have any sort of idea of what you were to Dyle now? Nope. Just now you weren't on the chopping block anytime Dyle saw you, leaving some candies about for him that you found on the previous floors. Gumballs, candies of many wrapping colors, and boxes of pure refined chocolate.. You weren't bold enough yet for letting Dyle try to drink a pop since you would either have to hold it either in or hover it over his forked tongue.. That or Dyle try forcing the prongs of his tongue into the muzzle of the big pop.. Which both didn't seem to sound on the side of safety..

☆ You would mostly stay out of view as he ate some of the candy from time to time, even barely touching some at some point. If anything you were wanting to at least let Dyle let his guard down with you on the floor. Well- there was nothing to really protect Dyle from since he was the deadliest thing on the floor but still. You rather be seen as a friend than a foe in his eyes, well.. However he saw you now. It was no doubt to you that Dyle's state of mind was in tatters, however he was still your best friend. You would rather stick besides him in the long game of repairing a broken relationship then lose him again.

☆ After feeding him with little piles of candy you would notice that Dyle and the rest of what was unbeaten of the candies were gone, later figuring out that he would put some of what was left of those piles spread across the map in secluded areas the normal twisted never really went too. Saving the rest of the food as if it would possibly stop- because it could. You could twist at any time of the day and he wouldn't know. That and Dandy would on occasion feed Dyle as well on an untimed schedule. Least with you it was about as consistent as it got.

☆ Twisteds never really did eat unless it was something they did a lot as a toon, for example Twisted Yatta - girls sweet tooth drived deep within her twisted form as times you've seen a Twisted Yatta just scoop candies in her mouth - wrapper and everything. So you understood Dyle's need to hide his stashes of rationed candies.

☆ You may have gone to Shelly about your snakey friend - not specifying the fact it was a giant monster of a former friend could've been possible partner if you knew at the time.. Learning a few things about snakes. They didn’t blink and had a ‘brille’ which formed as a sort of cover for the eyes. (Made sense why he never blinked and stared deeply into your soul most of the times he saw you.. He has eyelids and just doesn't use them now apparently.) Also that the forked bit of their tongues is what helped him smell things - explains the tongue flicking at candy.. also thermal vision meaning he wasn't really seeing anything but your body heat unless he got real up in personal with your business and focused his eyes.. now made sense why he would follow close behind before even seeing a toon.

☆ After figuring out that snakes were cold blooded and use the environment to keep their temperature nice and toasty and not freeze, that and the floor Dyle was constantly on had cold stale air as a backdrop then any sort of heat. Would explain the crankiness.. As much as he didn't kill you on sight for feeding him he still looked as if he was having some internal turmoil in him..

☆ This may of lead to you stealing shirts off of the many mall floors Gardenview had below, that and nobody was using them either- cutting the seams so you had more pieces that you could lay about and let Dyle find, presuming he would make some nest of these items and or just try to attach it to the ichor in hopes it could possibly meld if he let it sit on the ichor on his skin for ridiculously long amounts of time.

○ Naturally you would use these clothing racks to hide from any sort of twisted, though.. if a toon could lose a main twisted or any to be in fact behind a colorful table then you didn't see a problem with taking a whole shopping cart worth of shirts.

○ Roughly jamming the scissors against the lining and seams harshly, curse these kid safety scissors! You may of.. ripped the shirts at the seams a little.. maybe a bit damaged and not straight line cut technique.. But did it have to be to the book definition of perfection? Absolutely not.

☆ When Dyle finally then came into contact with the fabrics he paused, tongue flicking out and about before leaning down to then repeat the gesture, a gentle rhythmic ticking sound produced as the twisted picked it up with his mouth before going in the opposite direction.

☆ You would start on to continue this process almost as a cycle, putting the candy pile on the pieces of shredded clothing and watching at a distance to not lure in any unwanted twisteds. The way the twisted lumbered over and started sniffing the air before making sure that the candy was in his mouth with the clothing.

☆ You wouldn't follow the massive snake, not wanting to intrude if he was actually trying to build a nest for himself and his comfort. Anytime you did any machine in a dark secluded area of the floor you would slowly approach in case there was a nest nearby, that or a twisted coming from around the corner.

☆ There were times you would see Dyle in the distance, probably picking up on your body heat with his thermal vision. Coming slightly closer than normal, not like close-close, however at a distance he would definitely see you.

○ It wasn't hard to pick out the giant serpentine twisted making an active ticking sound out of a crowd of what was like zombified monsters - so when you turned your head you just expected him to be sort of just.. looking out into space like some twisteds do and not at you. So when you did you nearly screamed - was it of fear or having Dyle allow himself to be this close to you like a cat with its owner? No clue, still haunts the back of your mind till this day.

○ You didn't really know what to do - did you freeze or did you run? Does he recognize and remember you or does he see you as a toon who only feeds him? Hard to say. At least he looked less cranky right now, eyes still half lidded and still somewhat frowning. Almost to his normal expression when you first met him.

☆ This was about the time you got bold enough to get a few feet closer to Dyle, seeing how he'd sometimes glance over his shoulder to see you either doing a machine nearby or just behind something stalking him at a safe distance.

○ If anything he sort of accepted it, allowing you to be in his space out of the fact that you knew when to leave him be at any time. Though some of those times you would get caught by a twisted and lead it away from him so..

○ Sniffing the air before turning his head he noticed the outline of your heat signature halfway behind a wall, flicking his tongue slightly in your direction before continuing to the nest. ( Which started becoming his main priority now. )

☆ Once you did eventually find out where Dyle started nesting you made sure to drop off the little candy piles there so he would have to drag himself across the floor and back, this act kick started the more.. What? 3rd or 4th stage to now you were considered a friend as you assumed.

○ The times you would daily feed or give him fabric to add to the nest was making him start to get more comfortable, rubbing his face and body against the walls around him as a way to send a message of ‘hey don't come over here’.. You were the only exception to even be in the air breathing range of Dyle, unless it was Dandy to some degree.

○ You've probably seen Dyle just sit for hours in a state between unconscious and conscious, leading twisteds away from him on any rare occasion of him being like this. You couldn't tell if Dyle was trying to actively sleep or if he was actually going full on snake and trying to shed his skin..

☆ Dyle sort of just watched as he tried to.. do whatever, you had the working theory that Dyle feels like he has to shed so he just records to the nest so he can be vulnerable and hopefully left alone.. But in reality Dyle can't shed his skin so he is just.. there menacingly.

○ Dyle would watch as you would lead the twisteds away from him while he was in this state, Can't have twisted Brusha drag paint on him as his he himself forced himself to lock up and not move making him be able to be painted on by a twisted brush character whose only motive now is make art.. which was a mess as self expression.. Or a twisted piñata trying to guzzle down candy..

☆ Your efforts wouldn't go unnoticed by Dyle.. Whatever you think of him now.. Friend, best friend, possible lover now possible second chance with him..

☆ A/N : Now we enter what one could say is the courting stage..expect some possible weird things lowkie don't know this is your only real warning.

☆ After leading twisteds away, gave him nesting materials, and provided him with food.. He sort of just checked off the mental checklist that was in his brain combined with some recovered memories of you and him after a bit.

○ Dyle sort of came to terms with him finding you as a possible partner, Dyle's brain isn't just going by your personality and how long he knows you. Now there were more factors combined with him now that he was twisted and making him think more differently.

1st stage/ beginning : Which is stayed in more of small doses and you give him food / share with him, respect his space and keep a fair distance.

2nd stage/ a bit early but still : Came around more to him, still keeping distance but allowed more closer this time around and still more food.

3rd stage/ climax : Started giving him clothes to use - triggered a nesting response, may have flipped a switch or two in his brain - causing him to actively nest during this time and makes it top priority to protect this space even more. This means his warmth, his food, and time go into this nest, making him HIGHLY territorial.

4th stage/ kinda near the end game : When ‘shedding’ he may stay up to this for about a good few hours for about a week or two, watching him only really move to try to break skin to make way for new and cleaner was sad. Though these twisteds don't care and possibly take advantage by either stealing the candy or painting Dyle's skin as much as possible from what is dealt by the two most ANNOYING twisteds on his floor at an almost EVERYDAY spree.

5th stage/ Reciprocated if not trying to court back. : This stage is the whole ‘oh shit’ since now you have the chased becomes the chaser in this long process. In Dyle's eyes you leading a twisted away while him be all defenseless to do anything counts to you protecting him. A provider and protector if you will, no toon or other twisted top that. Making him now choose to court back and possibly become your partner.

○ After knocking off the whole shedding session for the day or so he would almost mirror what you did..

☆ During this stage the twisted version of Dyle sort of calms down with you on his floor, this makes him more calm and able to think better which brings out more of Dyle who was once lost completely in a twisted monster.

○ The way Dyle once shown affection to you was through quality time together at a subtly close proximity, not quite touching however close to you. Now as a twisted? He now starts getting a little bit closer - at least enough now to see your features through the thermal signature you left.

☆ You would notice that when Dyle was up close he would just sort of look down at you unblinking with the tip of his tongue pointed out between his fangs - before rewetting his tongue and sticking it out again.. This could have lasted hours by the way.. He'd also blink if you blink at him, which reminds him he has eyelids..

○ Dyle during this used his tongue to smell you, not like crazy close to where you were pressed against his face or anything. He more just hovered over you and slowly blinked. Which was maybe as close to a peck on the hand or face you'll ever get.

☆ Dyle could grasp the concept of you not wanting to touch him to make him uncomfortable.. Or to avoid dying.. So to hint to it he started to get more.. vulnerable..

○ And the best way to communicate vulnerability was to get on your back and sort of just roll around, showing a sign of surrender and or vulnerability.. When you first saw Dyle on his back just rolling around you thought he may have had a stomach ache or just happy..

☆ Watching you keep distance when he did this was sort of.. something? Awkward? Neither of y'all really don't know. He got back up and then ROLLED like dipped his head between his arms and rolled and just started to squirm about on the floor again..

○ At this point you finally were able to get whatever Dyle was communicating, and then joined him about rolling on the floor.. You were still confused but seemed to get a good reaction from Dyle who was still rolling about.. Cringe ahh creature.

☆ After maybe a few sessions of just that (Dyle showing off his hands stands and whatever else one can do with two hands, a tail, and a dream.) Dyle began purring(?) More of just hissing but not in a ‘piss off’ way, more slow and articulated. You generally thought a twisted was about to legit start speaking.

☆ Twisteds would now leave you alone when they see Dyle just.. very close in your business as you did machines now, he would almost block their view most of the time until they did see you in which Dyle gets more in front of you and lets out an ungodly shriek like a bat out of hell.. That didn't even sound at all what snakes made - sounded like internal gears grinding against a whiteboard.. Which yes scared you too before you processed that it was Dyle.. That and in proximity of your ear..

☆ If you happen to be wearing any skin/ costume with food (If the toons with food based costumes ACTUALLY HAVE FOOD ON THEM Ex: Neapolitan Ice Cream skin for Goob..) Dyle will actually try to lick it off of you.. Not in a way he tries actually ingesting it but more of trying to clean it off so it won't get sticky and you have to leave to clean it off.

○ lick “...”

○ “I- I don't even know what to say..” Is probably your response to the first incident.. Dyle made sure not to stake you with how long his fangs were so he was kinda a foot back but necking out and licking subtly.. It's cute and weird with and without context…

☆ This is the point that Dyle more starts to act like a parasite, the now few times that if you stand still HE WILL ATTEMPT TO COIL AROUND YOU AND I DON’T MEAN LIKE CURL I MEAN HIS TORSO IS IN AIR AS HIS BODY IS ENCAPSULING YOU. Either to mooch off body heat or just so you wouldn't be seen… That or maybe prevent you from being separated from him.. He doesn't squeeze or anything just coils you so you may be like.. between his middle to where his tail begins.. So you're like in one of those baby carry things that parents put on..

☆ I feel like Dyle will try and pull a Shelly to try and boost you by trying to just.. sit there behind you as you did the machine and let him second as a wall so twisteds didn't see you.. Or slam his knuckles against the pipe which spewed on you and him once.. took forever to do that machine.. He may also do this to slow you down immensely. He does want to keep you around, it's easy to remember with you around and with him.

☆ Dyle didn't exactly fear lonesomeness however more of being abandoned purposely, you leaving him a bit while him being in the courting stage may have changed his way of thinking to that of how he was when he was a toon and wanted to stay with you. Him being alone for a long while was kinda normal, however you leaving as what he was now made him just want more time with you. He wasn't going to hold you hostage till you eventually twisted - just another hour.

☆ He doesn't exactly freak out when you're out of his view for more than a second, what are you doing? A machine? Let him try to boost you! Could you be leaving him for the next 17 hours? He was able to keep calm after a few more times of you doing this.

○ The first time you left his sight was something, he would typically now follow you to the elevator when you left. Making sure you were safe on your way back up, this version of territorial mixed with worry of possible abandonment or fear of you dying the second you got out of sight made him freak out..

○ You had just turned a corner, walking down the long and what felt to be walls closing in as the hall got darker. The fluorescent light in the distance flickering subtly at the end of the hall. You weren't aware that Dyle was nowhere behind you for what NOISE came out from somewhere behind you.

○ You started to hear the thumping and ticking within range, turning around to see Dyle fling himself into the view past the corner behind you in the dark part of the hall. An exhale came from him as he slowed down immensely. On his side now by how fast he just.. flipped himself..

…

He was fine.

Every toon or twisted in the making of this is fine..

☆ He began to start gently carrying or nudging you in the direction of the nest, hope you don't see moving a bit in a few hours into the future of what you hold on that floor. He will start to cuddle you more, who knew he was very firm with it? Not bone crushing but a feeling..

○ “Ah! That's my spINE- ” You say as you feel the giant twisted nuzzle it's face harder this time, you weren't hurt or anything too bad. Dyle was firm, but also tickled you with his breath anytime he flicked his tongue and grazed your back.

○ “It tickLES” You squeal, legs kicking a little as the tines flick against you again, Dyle repeating the action once he realized it got a more preferred reaction from you then expected.

☆ Who knew Dyle acted as if you and him spent 40+ years together now allowing touch until now when it was maybe.. two years now if you count him twisting.. Maybe more for the maybe.. decade or so Gardenview closed.. It's been so SO long…

○ Resting his neck on you as you are tucked beneath his chin, hearing his purring vibrate against your back as if it were a relaxing massage..

☆ Dyle typically just.. vocalizes at you more.. Not hissing.. Not purring. Just produces a chittering whistle sound, the tip of his tail perked up as his tines just sort of flick at your direction.

○“Uhmm. Whatcha’ doing there bud?” you ask almost nervously, are you going to regret it? He wasn't mad or anything, just producing some noises at you. Oh jeez was he about to cuddle you for hours again?

○ It was indeed cuddle hour and he kept chirping at you..

☆ Okay to summarize this experience- you and Dyle meet, become friends, hop and skip away from being lovers - he twists and then it's the courting from your side until he starts courting you back. This causes a situation where Dyle may start to rely on you more not only as some toon who supports him through all of.. this, but also a toon who respects him and helps him remember who he was. Making it harder each time to say goodbye.

Extra - for the peeps in the back who love their twisted rehabilitation AU’s or Dyle controlling his twisting.

CONTROLLING TWISTING ENDING

☆ Once he manages to change back his first thing he does is find a way back to the surface, which is not hard in the slightest. Once up there he does come across you, it was.. what one would think it would turn out to be.. Awkward, romance(?) - The memories of being twisted are something he pieces together.., and just silence..

○ “...” “...” was the only thing sharper than a knife, cutting deep as you looked at Dyle.. Right before he went missing. Dyle didn't know how to take it.. Yes you.. Stayed.. However, furthermore.. You and him? It confused him.

○ Now that he is able to think straight and not like a monster.. He really wondered if you were his partner, he knew you weren't stupid. You could tell by how his demeanor shifted to where he started to pursue you in a romantic sense as a twisted.

☆ “Hello..” was what Dyle managed, trying to not look like a deer in headlights in front of you at.. what time was it? It was dark, lights out. So at some point at night. You seemed to be going to the.. Elevators.

○ “Were you?.. Possibly..” He asked, speaking slowly as his voice was hoarse and weak from spending however long silenced in the body of a twisted. Seeing the abundance of candies in a container. Some seemed.. Made? Hm.. Like crushed the candies made into some baked goods..

○ He may be blushing? He doesn't know if he could even do that now.. The thought of you making something for him specifically made him swoon a bit..

☆ You seemed to be torn from just.. walking away and sleeping because no way this was real or jump, pin him, and just hug him to know he was real.. He was alright.. And that he still knew you.. He trusted that if you stuck around for him as that.. then you would have a third in you to reintroduce yourself to him if he ever did get amnesia..

○ Dyle was asking without exactly saying if you were about to go down to the lower floors for him, expecting him to be twisted and not out here before you right now.

☆ It took a minute however everything was sorted out slowly but surely, you almost wanted to question Dyle on his experience with twisting though it was clear to you that he didn't know either.

○ Dyle inhaled for a quick second before letting it go. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.” He stated, his voice wavering a bit. “For what?” you asked, for disappearing? For having to see him in that state of mind? Or worse.. beginning to like you?

○ “Everything- if I.. you could've been killed, every floor coming down to mine being littered with machines and twisteds.. I forced you to stay with me longer out of fear.. You didn't even have to stay with me! Why? Why put your life on the line for some toon that could have gotten you killed. That and proceed to see me everyday when the first thing I tried to do was kill you!” Dyle's voice cutting on every pronunciation of the words spewing out of his mouth, he legit sounded a brink from tearing up. You could've been killed, not just by Twisteds but also could HAVE been killed ESPECIALLY by him.

☆ You huffed, well… you weren't expecting this outcome.. So.. you just hushed him, you didn't really know how to comfort him.. Or if he really wanted it… So you hushed him by cracking the tub's lid off and just.. shoving it in his mouth.

○ “Oh, no.. I stayed on my own volition. I knew I could've just completed the floor each time and paid no mind to you. However the reason I went on more runs wasn't because the fact of dwindling supplies- I may or may not’ve broke into your shop in the middle of the night found all the drafts and such n’ such and tried my luck with getting to lower floors” You breezed over that whole part of breaking and entering with a side of snooping through his shit so…. But hey.. You mostly got your point across.

☆ “what.” was the only thing that escaped Dyle's mouth. “Also I did.. kinda just.. liked cuddling with you during that tail bit part of you being twisted..” you added, man Dyle was looking at you like you grew a second head.

☆ Dyle was too tired from the energy being a giant twisted took up and the fact that he pulled some crazy shit as a twisted.. He literally had you in a firm vice grip that was loose enough to not crush you. That and chirped.. which isn't as bad but pretty embarrassing.

○ In Dyle's perspective what you dealt with as him being a twisted was garde A torture, fuck he was even carrying you around and laying a top of you! How are you not in the distance of the sun away from him right now?

☆ You may have dragged him to your room, he sure as fuck wasn't going back to his floor with the twisted nor sleeping in his shop like Dandy. He was going to regain his energy and strength, for now he may need to be hidden again due to Dandy possibly making him go back to the fuckass shop.

○ “I appreciate the concern and gesture however-” “Zip it. No buts, no ‘however’, no nothin’.” you remark, you weren't angry just very protective of your best friend possible boyfriend -you don't know that line a little blurred- who was overworked and lonely, then lonely before you, then a twisted and now back to being himself.

○ You were definitely giving him some spare clothes; those pants and coat weren't surviving a twisting, so you walked out of the room so Dyle could change into some clothes you stole from the gift shop floor.. again. We don’t talk about the possible crimes you commit.

☆ Dyle was hesitant when you allowed him to sleep on your bed, slowly easing him in was weird.. He felt it when he'd slept on you as a massive twisted, the way that he perceived your touch as something.. Familiar, something that never dulls or burns out. He didn't refuse it.

○ Leaning into your arms, his body melting atop yours as he let himself slowly drift into your comfort. Holding him close after everything. It was all still so foreign to him, but it felt so right.

○ He hummed at the feeling of you beginning to rub circles on his back, slow and gentle. But very deliberate. Wooing him into a soft slumber as his grip got a bit more firm as he fell asleep on you.

○ Who knew all he needed was a toon to rely on?

TWISTED REHABILITATION ENDING

☆ It was a long process to really rehabilitate every toon who had become twisted, though Dyle was more easy then he would've been a long time ago.. Slowly introducing other toons other than yourself was something..

○ TRUst ME, HE ISN’T NORMallY LIKE THIS!” you shouted as you were mostly entangled in Dyle as you tried to get between him and the other toons.. In which he pulled some King Kong shit and slithered off with you in toll. His little freak out may have attracted other twisteds.. In which the confusion could get you hurt- so many heat signatures in one place as everything was wild with toons running about was not just confusing but also nauseating just looking at it.

☆ You may of stayed with Dyle that day, mostly because of his freak out and how he still was a bit nauseous.. Mostly since it was too much at once, that or Dyle just looking at everything that wasn't supposed to be there.. just.. be there. The best comparison is Tisha with her cleanliness.. But for Dyle it was being efficient and already expected to be done with everything - which is a routine he hadn’t followed ever since his twisting so seeing toons, twisteds, and just shit absolutely hitting the fan made him PISSED off to a point he felt sick.

○ The way he stayed on his side as you would walk around him, hand loosely dragging along his back to his underbelly with feather light touch until he had you under one clawed hand and his chest.. Or what could be a chest..

☆ The way he curled into you with a soft whine like hiss of dissatisfaction with what absolute tomfoolery one had just endured.. Though you questioned how Dyle would turn out.. Rehabilitated toons seemed to be split down the middle with their personality to some degree.. Tisha now being at a mostly fully rehabilitated stage still has her whole thing with cleaning.. Just to a higher bar now..

☆ You questioned if they would really have to do anything with Dyle.. He didn't quite have legs anymore.. you didn't think that the whole tail thing was a problem because he may be able to keep his tail, that and his whole body was enlarged so.. yeah no way that tail coming off.. but hey he may be able to speak if his vocal cords weren't wore out to bad..

○ “Hey there bud..” you state as Dyle tried to nuzzle your face against his ever so lightly without hurting you by chance. Oh he was going to have to adjust big time.. Considering how he had vision based on thermal and what not, smelt through his tongue, and just over all stuff of that nature.. He may need more time because of those factors..

☆ Once Dyle is situated after months- mostly from your involvement to help him, now able to keep about whatever head on his shoulder besides natural instinct.. He was able to regain the ability of speech but not fully, which leads to him talking for a limited time.

○ You were happy that Dyle was able to talk again and not just make noises of ‘no toon can understand but let's use context clues’, the only real set back is maybe the way he carries the ‘s’ sound out a little longer.. that or he is actually hissing when making thus ‘s’ sound.. That and maybe tripping up on some articulation but that slowly but surely fixes itself over time as Dyle relearning to speak and let his throat heal.

☆ There was no crazy surgery or anything to fix Dyle's throat, well besides finding out how to make his throat go back to normal and not so swollen and agitated all the time. During this you made sure that he wouldn’t try making many sounds so much due to it making the process take way longer.

☆ After a bit Dyle managed to get to a better mindset, able to think clearly again. (from time to time brain fogs but other than that back to normal.) Dyle doesn't really remember much of the other toons but that was mostly because he spent most of his time with you and Dandy.

○ Speaking of Dandy- he seemed to take off his shop a bit to see Dyle besides from being used to feeding him occasionally. He did still see more of Dandy as a friend and a boss to some degree. This causes Dyle to have an attachment out of familiarity to both you and Dandy- more to you due to not only being his crush and partner but also you being there for him in more ways than just feeding him straight sugar.

○ “I -ave a quessssstion.” Dyle asked, looking down at you with still mostly red piercing eyes. “Go ahead?” you reply, sitting more between his crossed arms. “Did you- mean to- …” Dyle left out that last part. Opening his mouth ever so slightly. “..As a twisssted?”

○ “Are you asking me if I intended to possibly try dating you as a twisted?” you asked, almost chuckling at the thought. But didn't, you knew Dyle was serious about this. Saying no wasn't going to be like confessing to a break up or anything, but saying yes just seemed like you were only looking for Dyle just to hit him up and test your luck with a twisted him knowing he had feelings for you before he twisted.

○ It felt like you were being asked ‘would you still love me if I were a twisted? Or would you love me because I was twisted?’

☆ “Well you went missing and I went to look for you, I found you eventually.. But I didn't want to give up on you. I came down there, got my answer to where you went and what happened to you. So I just.. started feeding you.. you seemed hungry.. so I would bring food and just keep my distance away from you, then I brought you some clothes in hopes it kept you warm, then it sort of just happened..” you explained, Dyle just looked down at you. Blinking slowly at you as you recounted everything that happened.

○ “I'll come clean, I was.. it sucked without you with me.” you admitted, leaning into one of his arms. “Going on runs many times to hopefully try to find where you were.. trust me.. searching everywhere in the toon rooms, your shop, everywhere. I knew you didn't just vanish without a peep! But the others thought I was crazy! They told me that ‘you can't find what doesn't want to be found!’ I swore to myself that I wouldn't twist from trying like they warned.” you continued, the many times that you were told that you shouldn't go on the run just to have a moment to mourn or that they'll come back with any news if they found Dyle- sounded like a broken record.

○ “I know that.. that statement wasn't emotionally moving in the slightest.“ You say, your statement wasn't supposed to be emotionally moving for it was just an explanation. Feeling the massive twisted start to nudge you with his face, fangs barely grazing your back. Tickling you ever so slightly with how he literally breathed down your neck.

☆ Like in his twisted, Dyle was WAY farther into affection then he was as a toon. Though by Dyle's means of affection it more means affection in private then PDA. (public display of affection for the people who don't know what PDA referred to.)

Suggestive? Idk sorta, not smut but intimate. So beware for all the folks who hate detailed kissin’ by a person who writes horror.

○ “No, but any -oon would like it.” his voice cracked with a small hoarse.. whine? Was that a whine? No clue. Burying his face into the back of your head and body slightly, rhythmic ticking coming from behind you leaned into it a bit before he brought his head up and loomed over you.

○ You were intimidated, sure, but more for all the wrong reasons. Yes Dyle regained some marbles however would still make any toon probably hit the bricks. Though. You weren't thinking of anything crazy and drastic just that Dyle seemed to possibly want a kiss. An actual kiss. On the lips. Like not his full twisted mindset just blinking or flicking his tongue at you. A kiss. Like Dyle wanted to kiss. Seemed to be what was being implied by the way he lowered his face an inch towards yours..

☆ Your back straightened up a bit more as you evened yourself in the middle of Dyle's crossed arms, bringing your knees up to your chest as you ran your hand against his lower arm. Eyes locked on the other waiting for one to make a move.

○ Dyle made the first move, slowly lowering his face and having it hover over your's. Giving you enough time to back out if you didn't want to do the kiss. But you kept looking up at him. Laser focused on him as he moved.

○ Slowly bringing his face down over yours to make sure you wouldn't get cut on his fangs, hands moving to cover your legs for supporting you when he tried to kiss you. He didn't want you to be possibly tipped over by his face mid kiss. You could smell a faint smell of ichor on Dyle's breath but you paid no mind to it as the kissing started.

○ The kiss started off slow, his lips trying to find yours without casualty. Was it slightly sloppy? Maybe? But no toon was perfect with kissing so.. When Dyle did find your lips with his he started to keep at it. His nails pressing gently against your encapsulated legs. His eyes closing as he did so, he didn't know whether to pull away or continue onward with the kissing.

☆ (He pulls back)

○ With a withdraw of his head from yours comes a small pant from him as he broke off the kiss, letting go of your legs to give you more freedom and so you wouldn't feel confined.

○ The way he looks at you as if he felt some weight lifted off him was adorable, feeling the way he adjusted his breathing to calm down. In which you would look him up and slowly breathe. The whole technique to this was that he would sync to your breathing and calm down.

☆ (He continues - some tongue I guess..)

○ Dyle started to get a bit more bolder as he allowed his lips to part slightly, you followed along as he took lead and started to let himself start to let his tines slip into your mouth. Making sure you weren't going to choke on his tongue so he only kept it with the tines.

○ When he did pull back from you he wetted his lips slightly before kissing you again, this time finding your mouth immediately. Letting his tines graze your lip as if to ask for permission, still not wanting to rush into things to fast and make you uncomfortable or as well as push the bounds of his own comfort.

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Imagine her chasing you with a big as sword😭