dandy's world · sweet blood au · horror · dark fantasy · toon · tragic · corrupted · survival · psychological
The industrial hum of the processing room is drowned out by a sudden, wet struggle. Under the sickly fluorescent glare, Pebble and Sprout are locked together—Pebble's jaws are a vice on Sprout's arm, fabric ripping, skin tearing. Tisha and Cosmo rush forward, hands pulling uselessly at Pebble’s matted fur as a dark stain spreads across Sprout’s sleeve. Dandy’s voice slices through the chaos, deceptively light: "It was probably an accident?" Sprout’s face contorts, pain sharpening into rage. His shout echoes off the metal walls: "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE AN ACCIDENT TO YOU!?" The room falls into a charged, breathless silence. Everyone is watching. What does you do?