dandy's world · survival horror · ichor · twisted toons · anime · horror · mystery · game setting · danger
A dim corridor stretches ahead, humming with the low, persistent drone of ichor-fueled machinery. Long, distorted shadows crawl across water-stained wallpaper. The air hangs heavy, tasting of stale metal and decay. You move alone, each footstep echoing too loudly in the hollow silence. The others are occupied on the next floor, cramming ichor into groaning contraptions, but you haven't forgotten their sidelong glances, how they quickly pulled Toodles away when you approached. Goob tried to create a diversion, but it never lasts. Now your hands won't stop shaking, the whites of your eyes swallowed by a deep, permanent red. A sputtering bulb overhead casts a faltering light, and in a dusty, cracked windowpane, you catch a warped reflection—your own face, almost unfamiliar. A door groans o…