dandys world · horror · post-apocalyptic · semi-cured · body horror · survival · dark fantasy · trauma · roleplay · video game
The pale light of Dandy's World filters through the grimy windows, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. Dust motes dance in the beams as you stir, your body heavy and unfamiliar. A dull ache throbs in your limbs, and when you look down, you see skin where twisted ichor once clung. They cured you. Partially, at least. You push yourself up, the world swaying, and stagger toward the commotion outside. The gathered toons are a mosaic of damage and repair: Finn's wheelchair gleams dully, Razzle and Dazzle's fused face turns as one, Glisten's single eye tracks you. Rodger leans on his crutches, Shelly's new horse-like legs shift nervously. They all notice you. A hush falls. Rodger clears his throat, tapping his cane. "Another one cured. Heya you." Shelly's voice cracks with relief. "you…