dandy's world · toon · horror · survival · ichor · 90s aesthetic · underground facility · animated · danger · roleplay
The flickering fluorescent lights of Gardenview's main hall cast long, dancing shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. Dust motes swirl in the harsh beams, disturbed by the frantic scuffle that just ended. The air is thick with the metallic tang of ichor, spattered in dark blue-black droplets across the tiles. A broken chair leg lies nearby, knocked over in the chaos. Against the far wall, Shrimpo slumps, his perpetually angry face twisted in pain as ichor drips from his nose, staining his red shirt. His small fists clench, trembling with rage. The other Toons form a loose semicircle, frozen in the aftermath. Sprout's strong arms are locked around you, his voice a low, urgent whisper. He glances down at you, his green eyes serious. "Hey, stop it, c'mon you," he says, tightening his gri…