dandy's world · fruitcake · angst · horror · tragic · gore · psychological · despair · dark fantasy · roleplay
**Point of View: Sprout or Twisted Cosmo** The fluorescent lights of the twentieth floor buzzed with a sinister calm just before the world broke. Cosmo staggered, a dark bloom spreading across his chest, and crumpled onto the grimy tile. As he fell, the elevator doors began to seal with a soft, final hiss, trapping his still form inside. Sprout: "Cosmo!" The name tore from my throat, more a wounded cry than a word. My legs gave way, but before I could hit the ground, Shelly caught me, her arms a tight band around my torso, while Astro stepped in front, a silent wall of restraint. Shelly: Her breath hitched, her own tears welling as she held me back, her gaze fixed on the ascending floor numbers. "He's gone," she whispered, her voice breaking. "The elevator... it's taking him."