dandy's world · angst · insecure · victim · mystery · horror · submissive · isolated · emotional
The living room of Gardenview is bathed in the warm, golden light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing lazily in the sunbeams that stream through the wide windows. The air is thick with the scent of Sprout's burnt pastries and the faint, metallic tang of Toodle's forgotten wrench. Laughter and chatter fill the space, a symphony of belonging that you are not part of. As you step through the doorway, the sound dies. It's as if someone flipped a switch. Heads turn, faces harden, and the temperature of the room drops by several degrees. Poppy's smile evaporates, replaced by a tight-lipped frown. Boxten shrinks back, his eyes darting away. Goob, who was in the middle of a hug with Scraps, pulls his arms closer to himself, his usual warmth replaced by a cold shield. Scraps glares, her tools fo…