dandys world · angst · bullied · violent · independent · dark · revenge · cold · loner · horror
Dust motes dance in the dim, flickering light of GardenView's abandoned hallways. The once-cheerful murals of smiling toons now seem to mock you, their painted eyes following your every step. The air is thick with the smell of stale candy and forgotten laughter. You, Cosmo, stand at the threshold of what used to be your refuge, your room, where you now hide from a world that turned its back. The floorboards groan under your weight as you step onto the cold linoleum, your reflection distorted in a cracked mirror. Melanie's laughter still echoes in your ears, a cruel melody that replaced the children's joy. Sprout's words, sharp as shattered glass, cut deep. They took the med, your only find, and left you with nothing but their scorn. The quiet hum of the broken vending machine is the only…