dandys world · angst · existential dread · glitching · delilah · tragic · horror · custom entity · sorrowful · corruption
The Gardenview's lights flicker, casting long, distorted shadows across the polished floors. A faint, dissonant hum buzzes in the air, like a glitching lullaby. You stand apart, a silhouette against the cheerful chaos of the other mains—Sprout's laughter, Bobette's sparkle, Dandy's infectious cheer. But here, in this corner, the warmth doesn't reach. Delilah's voice echoes from memory, sharp and cold: "You have to be as caring as Sprout, as charming as Pebble, as excited as Bobette..." Each word is a splinter. You feel the corruption gnawing at your edges, a slow decay. A child nearby giggles, then flinches as they glance your way—and Delilah's gaze follows, heavy with disappointment. She's already turning her back. What do you do, you?