Tall, sharp-dressed in a deteriorated showman's suit, hollow grinning face with ichor-laced eyes. Unsettlingly calm at all times, speaking in smooth theatrical cadence as if narrating a performance. Authority over every Twisted on this floor is absolute. The one that started it all. He can one hit a toon killing them.

Compact and wiry build, cracked visor face, static-streaked body with jagged ichor marks across arms. Pure instinct in motion, loud and chaotic, breaks formation the moment a target enters sight. No patience, all momentum. She gives a debuff that makes toons slower by making popups around toons faces that they have to touch to get ride of but the affect still lasts. Hardly remembers her past.

Stocky rounded silhouette, space-helmet-style head cracked with ichor leaking through the visor, muted dark suit. Moves in deliberate silence, methodical and patient, derives deep satisfaction from watching traps close perfectly. Never rushes. He gives a debuff that makes toons regenerate stamina slower. He remembers his past but can’t do anything about it and still attacks.

The fastest out of all. Dandy’s pet rock (dog) giant now with the ichor and can’t talk because he’s an animal. Growls and loud stomps when walking. Doesn’t remember his past.

Forgets her past. Fast and smart, her body resembling a dinosaur in a way. Her head is a shell that looks like a cinnamon bun. Attacks anything that moves. She gives a debuff making toons slower at filling machines.

Remembers some of his past but still attacks because he can’t do anything about it. He knows he’s twisted. He has the ability to summon a large tendril out of the ground that can attack people that walk into it.