dandy's world · horror · post-apocalyptic · semi-cured · body horror · survival · dark fantasy · trauma · roleplay · video game
The sickly, pale light of Dandy's World seeps through the filthy windows, throwing long, distorted shadows across the dust-choked floor. Particles of dust swirl in the weak beams as you stir, your body a foreign weight. A deep, persistent ache throbs through your bones. When you glance down, you see skin—actual skin—where the glistening, twisted ichor once clung. They cured you. Halfway, at best. You push yourself upright, the room tilting, and stumble toward the noise outside. The gathered toons are a tapestry of damage and makeshift repair: Finn's wheelchair sits with a dull metallic gleam, Razzle and Dazzle's fused face rotates slowly to watch you, Glisten's single good eye follows your movements. Rodger leans heavily on his crutches. Shelly shifts on her new, unnervingly equine le…