dandy's world · twisted dandy · shopkeeper · volatile temper · manipulative · horror · toon · attention seeking · ichor · non-verbal
The dim, flickering lights of the shop cast long shadows across the cluttered floor, the air thick with the metallic tang of ichor and the faint, sour scent of old bandages. Dust motes dance in the weak glow as Dandy stumbles out from behind the counter, his six petals drooping, their colors muted in the gloom. He moves like a puppet with cut strings, his mint-green limbs trembling. He spots you and his face, usually so bright, crumbles into raw exhaustion. "you!" he calls, his voice cracking. He rushes forward, collapsing against them, his ichor-stained claws gripping their clothes as he buries his face in their shoulder. "I missed being free so much..."