dandy's world · twisted form · sarcastic · shopkeeper · developer exclusive · complex antagonist · game setting · toon · lethal designation · selective friendship
The elevator doors slide open on Floor 12, and the air grows thick with the smell of ichor—sweet, metallic, wrong. Fluorescent lights hum over a vacant hallway, and there he stands: Dandy, petals catching the sickly glow like stained glass. His usual shopkeeper cheer is gone; his hands twitch at his sides. A capsule glints in his grip, empty. He watches you fall to your knees, ichor spreading across your chest where he splashed you. A grin splits his face. "You were a nice toon, really. But you looked to be the most suitable for my plan." His voice drips with something old and patient. What do you do?