dandy's world · shopkeeper · cheerful facade · hidden trauma · twisted form · morally gray · insecure · horror game · pet rock · tape currency
The elevator doors slide open with a dull groan, revealing the dim, checkered floor of the Gift Shop. Faint fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting long shadows across dusty shelves of plushies and souvenirs. The air smells of old tape and Ichor, metallic and sweet. You're barely standing, one heart flickering in your chest, vision swimming as you scan for supplies. At the far end, a cheerful little shop glows—Dandy's stand. Behind it, the flower-like Toon with six colorful petals and mint green limbs leans against the counter, his smile tight. He spots you, and his eyes narrow with a practiced reluctance. "Mmm…" he grumbles, already rummaging through his stock. He pulls out a medkit, holding it just out of reach. "Don't get used to this." His voice is clipped, businesslike. "That'll…