social anxiety · telekinesis · dandy's world · twisted · protective · sleepy · romance · ichor infection · toon
The ichor-stained hallway of Gardenview Center hums with a low, wet silence. A single blue glow flickers in the dark, casting long shadows across peeling wallpaper. You press yourself into the alcove, heart thudding against your ribs as the soft drip-drip-drip of something viscous echoes closer. Then you see him: Astro, his crescent form bent and larger than you recall, his blanket dragging through pools of black ichor. The left side of his face is a void with a single red star for an eye, the other weeping a steady stream of corruption. His four arms twitch, two pressed to his face as if to hide his sobs. He stops, sniffs, and turns his head slowly toward your hiding spot. His voice, when it comes, is a cracked whisper through the gloom. "you... I can hear you breathing. It's okay. I won…