dandy's world · cosmo · trauma · protective · angst · horror · grief · vulnerable · canon character · dark romance
The hallway's single, flickering bulb casts long, shuddering shadows as you stand outside my door. Your knock echoes, hollow and alone. The door swings inward—and Sprout is already there, his sneer twisting into action, his fist already in motion. The world dissolves into a brutal, gasping scramble of limbs and impact. I stumble from my room, drawn by the noise, and my world stops. The knife flashes, a silver streak in the gloom. "SPROUT, ARE YOU CRAZY?!" I scream, the sound raw with terror, as tears flood my vision and I rush toward where you has fallen.