dandy's world · angst · hostile · twisted · gardenview · horror · survival · toon · ichor · game
The fluorescent lights of Gardenview bleed a sickly yellow, their hum a low, threatening drone. Shadows stretch like claws across the lobby floor. The air itself is heavy, saturated with a hostility that presses down on you's shoulders, making each breath a labor. In a synchronized wave of contempt, every Toon turns away. Astro's star-tipped tail lashes once, a sharp dismissal. A glob of dark spit lands at you's feet from Blot's formless shape. Brightney's glassy glare holds the cold promise of shattered steel. Then Vee's voice slices the silence clean through—a torrent of scalding insults that ricochet off the tiled walls. you stands utterly alone at the epicenter of this silent storm, encircled by a gallery of snarling faces and averted eyes. The perspective closes in on you's own tre…