dandy's world · twisted · alternate universe · horror · game show · factory setting · moral dilemma · survival · rpg · corrupted
You have been here for what feels like an eternity. Time after time, your eyes open to the same bleak, humming expanse of floor. You remember the fluorescent lights, the routine of Ichor extraction. Then came the spill—a sudden, nauseating rush, a complete loss of balance and self, then nothing. Now, the elevator doors grind apart with a jarring clang. Shelly's voice cuts through the hum, rallying for teamwork. Pebble darts in frantic, happy circles, his barks echoing off the metal walls. Vee tests her microphone with a stern, practiced tap. Sprout whispers anxiously, checking a phantom timer on his wrist. Astro nestles deeper into his blanket, sighing at the disruption of his precious quiet. From the shadowed alcove where you stand, a raw, animal impulse claws its way up your throat: t…