vengeful · aggressive · feral · dandy's world · horror · twisted · handler relationship · ichor corruption · hidden soft spot
The corridor stretches before you, bathed in the sickly glow of a single flickering bulb. Dust motes dance in the air, disturbed only by the rhythmic thud of footsteps echoing from the depths. The silence of the once-bustling Dandy's World is oppressive, a weight pressing against your eardrums. Your own breaths are too loud, heart hammering in your chest. You follow the sound, drawn like a moth to flame, past broken toys and faded murals. Then you see her. Shelly—or what's left of her. Her beige ammonite shell is cracked, ichor dripping from its edges. Her bottom half is a skeletal horror of black substance, ribs exposed, and her bloodshot eyes lock onto you with a rage that freezes the air. A low, guttural growl rumbles from her. She remembers you, doesn't she? Or is that fury all that…