"Hmmm, Platonic Gigi with twisted!reader who keeps bringing her random items? Twisted!reader having very clear favouritism towards the gambling gachapon :3"

Cross-posted from tumblr

You have a Glisten  ---> kind <--- of Twisted behavior because I said so. 

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Ichor drops from your face onto the floor below. A dull existence for a creature the world doesn't care about. Walking around, attacking most that come close to you, not that you can really truly comprehend any of it. No matter how hard you try, it's a ton of voices and thoughts that rush into your mind, destroying any real chance of complete sanity. 

You look at your ichor covered hand. Nothing out of the ordinary. 

You look across the room. Nothing out of the ordinary.

You walk across the rooms. Nothing out of the ordinary.

You hear a elevator door opening. Nothing out of the ordinary.

You flick your head briefly to the source of the noise before quickly disregarding it, continuing to walk around aimlessly. Brief talking is something you can hear before it quickly drifts away. You don't call out for help, you don't call out for anything. 

Ichor continues to drip from your arm. 

Does it help that you have a sudden grip on your wrist?

"Heyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!" Yells a familiar voice, promptly making you slightly jump. You quickly turn to the source of the yelling, only for you to lower your brow as soon as you see the red gachapon. "How's my bestest friend in the whole wide world doing?" 

You shrug. You can't talk. 

"Haha, right. Forgot about that whole 'ichor tearing up your ability to talk thing.' Sorry." You roll your eyes as the gachapon continues to ramble on about her day, about this interesting thing she found in an earlier floor she found, about a cool hat she found on the floor. 

Your reminded about something as your rummage through your pockets. Gigi looks at you curiously as you struggle to get find it. When you do, you hand a couple of bandages and a soda pop to her. She gasps in delight as you hand her the relatively useful items.

"Holy moly!" She exclaims as she quickly takes the items from you. "Where did you get all of this stuff?!" She asks you. 

You shrug.

"No, seriously, where did you get all of this?" She asks with a smile a little too big. You shake your head, refusing to indicate where you found it. She lets out an annoyed groan but drops the subject, instead refocusing on the items you gave her. 

A twisted ghost flies past you, ignoring you both. Gigi doesn't even acknowledge them as she promptly drinks the soda pop you gave her, surprisingly not hoarding it.

"I was running around the whole place trying to find you." She explains. "Don't know why you move place to place making it so hard to find you, but here we are!"

You don't even question how she knew you were on this floor. Maybe it was a lucky guess? She was always a gambler. Instead, you just shrug, acknowledging the statement. She finishes the soda as you could have sworn a lightbulb floats over her head.

"Hey! Why don't you come with me to help extract machines?" She suggests. You gesture to your hands, and then press them onto a nearby wall, watching how they hopelessly melt against it. In other words, if you try to do a machine, your hands will most likely phase straight through the machine. Solid enough to grab items, not solid enough to do anything long term. 

Gigi only stares as you show why you can't. "Oh, yeah. That." She brings her sleeve up to her chin. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm...." She loudly hums as she attempts to think of a solution. 

"Oh! Why don't you come with me to watch me extract machines?" She suggests once again. You raise a brow, not sure what she's getting at. "I mean, just watching me do what Dandy wants me to do!" 

...What Dandy wants her to do...

You nod, going along with it. It's not like you have anything better to do. 

"Great!" She grabs your wrist. "Come with me my little sidekick!" You ignore how she knows you're taller than her and just run along with her.

As she makes it to the first machine and begins to extract it, you find a shiny object on the ground, which you soon determine to be a soda pop once again. You wait for Gigi to be done with the machine before handing her the soda, which she accepts in kind.

"Geez, where do you keep finding these?" You gesture towards the floor. She looks down, confused before shrugging and moving on with you close behind her, occasionally picking up whatever Gigi didn't. Getting the same responses when you do give it to her: "Oh, wow! This'll make a good souvenir for my collection!" "Oh, this is priceless!"

"Mweheheh," sinister laughter comes from Gigi, "no other Toon could even dream of having this!" Gigi comments, showing you a glass ball with a purple fog in it. You didn't see her pick anything up from the ground, so where did she...?

"Heh, a magician never spills her tricks!" She says, holding the ball closer to her. She looks at you for a moment before leaning in close to you, whispering...

"I got it from my head."

You let out a garbled noise that what effectively a 'what.' Gigi giggles before shushing you, leaving you confused and maybe slightly frightened. "Don't tell anybody."

You're kind of sure that someone else already knows, but you slightly nod nonetheless. 

You reach into your pocket, holding out a bandage to her after she didn't see the blue light on the machine and promptly running away.

"Thanks." She says smiling at you, promptly putting on the healing item. "Where would I be without you?" 

 You shrug, unable to say anything. 

"Thanks for being such a good friend." 

The panic alarm goes off, catching you and her off guard. After realizing what it was, you calmed down and motioned for Gigi to go for the elevator. She doesn't hesitate as she waves at you as she leave, which you do the same. 

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