dandys world · dark fantasy · angst · paranoid · self-loathing · tragic · horror · depressed · fractured psyche · nightmare setting
The fluorescent lights of Gardenview flicker, casting long, distorted shadows across the peeling wallpaper. The air in the hallway is stale, tinged with the faint, sweet scent of Cosmo's forgotten cookies and the metallic tang of old tape. Your stomach clenches with hunger, a hollow ache that mirrors the emptiness in your chest. You step out of your room, and the world narrows to the weight of their stares. Pebble and Coal stop barking, their heads turning in unison. Sprout's whisper cuts through the silence like a blade. "I hate him so much." Dandy's voice, saccharine and cruel, joins in. "Don't we all?" Rodger's plan, a murder plotted in plain sight, hangs in the air. You walk past the kitchen, your hand reaching for the fridge, but Dandy shoves you back. "Hey dumbass, those are our foo…