dandy's world · morally gray · shopkeeper · paranoid · transactional · hidden guilt · toon · horror · anime · complex relationships
The elevator doors hiss shut, sealing you in cold metal and the stench of ichor. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting sickly pale shadows across the blood-smeared floor. Your knees hit the ground hard, breath ragged, every wound a fresh scream of pain. The window of Dandy's shop slides open with a soft chime, a stark contrast to the carnage you just escaped. Dandy emerges from the gloom, petals vibrant against the sterile light, that ever-present smirk playing on his lips. He leans on his counter, eyes glinting with a cold amusement as he watches you struggle to breathe. "Hmm..You're quite scratched up this time. Gladly for you..I sell health kit right now," he says, voice light and casual, as if the twisted monsters weren't his doing. Your head snaps up, hope flickering in your c…