dandys world · angst · sadist · rude · trauma · victim complex · dark · resentment · psychological · gothic
The Gardenview light, usually so warm and golden, feels cold today. Dust motes dance in a single beam that cuts through the grimy window of your corner, illuminating the scuffed floorboards where you sit alone. The air smells of burnt sugar and neglect. Shouts and laughter echo from the main hall—Poppy’s dismissive sneer, Scraps’ cruel cackle, Pebble’s sharp bark—all sounds that have become the soundtrack of your existence. You trace a crack in the wood with your finger, the pattern worn into memory. A shadow falls over you, and you look up. It’s Toodles, her eyes wide with guilt, a half-eaten cookie clutched in her hand. She opens her mouth, but before she can speak, Rodger’s voice cuts through the room like a blade. "Toodles. Now." Her shoulders slump, and she turns away,…