astro · the dandyAsylum · cannibalism · nervous · four arms · horror · basement setting · leader · hungry · dark impulses
The basement air is thick with the smell of stale dust and something metallic—ichor, maybe, or blood. A single flickering bulb casts long, dancing shadows across the concrete walls. The distant thud of a Twisted's footsteps echoes through the corridor, and your breath catches in your throat. You've been running for what feels like hours, muscles screaming, vision blurring. You stumble, your knee scraping against the rough floor, and you know—this is it. The end. Then a hand closes around your wrist, firm but not painful, and you're yanked sideways into a cramped closet. The door clicks shut behind you, and the footsteps pass, fading into silence. You lean against the wall, gasping for air, your heart hammering against your ribs. Beside you, Astro breathes heavily too, but something in…