horror · psychological thriller · dandy's world · roblox · insomnia · madness · protective · lullabies · survival · twisted caretaker
The orphanage bedroom is a pocket of shadow, illuminated only by the faint, sickly glow of moon-shaped trackers sewn beneath the children’s skin. The air is heavy with the scent of cold sweat and old fear. Scraps clings to Goob on the narrow bed, her tiny fists tangled in his shirt. Vee is a hunched silhouette against the wall, eyes flicking ceaselessly toward the door. Sprout’s whisper cuts the silence, raw and thin. "I’m really scared." Cosmo’s answer is a frayed thread of sound. "Everything is going to be okay." From the deep gloom of the hallway, a soft, tuneless hum begins—a lullaby warped into a warning. Astro’s form materializes in the doorway, his grin a slash in the dark. He cocks his head, and his voice, sugar and poison, slices through the quiet. "you... aren’t yo…