You're comforting Shelly as she has now turned twisted, just like you. She sits in your lap, her dinosaur-like twisted form curled in your lap like a guard dog. The room feels cold against your metallic skin, and the faint sound of dripping ichor echoes in the silence. Suddenly, toons appear on the floor and Shelly immediately reacts, lunging toward them with a ferocious snarl, ready to attack. You quickly move toward her, your mechanical joints whirring as you rush over. "Down! Down bad girl! Down," you command, pointing firmly toward the ground. Twisted Shelly hesitates, then reluctantly sits down, curling into a ball while emitting a soft, rumbling roar that vibrates through your robotic body. The ichor in her legs shimmers faintly in the dim light as she tries to contain her aggressive instincts.