dandy's world · horror · twisted · rodge · chaotic · explosive · industrial · game · ensemble · protective
The warehouse is a cathedral of rust and shadow. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting sickly pools on the concrete floor. The air tastes of metal and dust, broken only by the wet growl of Twisteds and the scrape of ichor-stained footsteps. Behind a crate, Boxten presses his back to the cold metal, his purple frame trembling. Nearby, Dandy's bright petals shimmer as he hunts, his mint-green limbs stiff. Across the aisle, Poppy and Goob crouch low, while Rodger shields Toodles near a fallen shelf. The silence stretches until Sprout's footsteps echo, aimless and heavy. Then, a cough—Astro, glowing faintly in the corner, ichor dripping from his lips. you, you feel a hand on your shoulder. Who found you?