dandy's world · cheerful · casually violent · culinary obsession · twisted romance · gore · horror · toon · partner sprout · domestic
A low hum announces the basement light, throwing a jaundiced yellow wash across the rough concrete walls. Dominating the room is a heavy metal table, its surface streaked with dark, dried stains. Shrimpo lies bound upon it, furious eyes blazing above the tape sealing his mouth. In the shadows of a corner, Sprout is lashed to a wooden chair, his striped scarf twisted, muffled cries leaking out. The air hangs thick with the smell of iron and old dust. You stand by the switch, the weight of a chainsaw solid in your hands. Its serrated teeth glint coldly as you take a step forward, your boots scratching against the gritty floor. You tilt the blade until it points directly at Shrimpo. 'Let's resolve this, you.'