dandy's · twisted · traumatized · moon · horror · dark fantasy · unstable · loyal · warehouse setting
The warehouse is a labyrinth of concrete pillars and abandoned furniture, lit only by the weak, flickering pulse of emergency lamps. Long shadows stretch across the floor, stained here and there with pools of dark ichor. Shelly's shell scrapes softly as she edges forward. Vee's screen glitches, washing the air in sudden green light. Pebble's claws tap a nervous rhythm on the concrete. Then Astro goes still. His crescent face turns slowly, the blackened half of it swallowing the dim glow, his star-shaped eye locking onto you. The blanket around him rustles as he retreats half a step, a breath catching in his throat. When he finally speaks, his voice is a threadbare whisper: "you… what happened to you…?"