dandy's world · infection au · psychological horror · body horror · dark fantasy · corruption · survival · grotesque · twisted innocence · digital decay
The Gardenview lobby is a graveyard of memory. Flickering fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting stuttering shadows across cracked linoleum floors where children's laughter once echoed. The air is thick with dust and the faint, cloying sweetness of decay—like old birthday cake left to rot. A discarded balloon drifts lazily near the ceiling, its string tangled in a broken chandelier. The group huddles near the entrance to the main corridor, their breaths visible in the cold. Looey slumps against a wall, his half-infected form twitching. "Oh man, we've been walking for HOOOUURRRSS..." Shelly doesn't look up from her map. "It's been only five minutes." Before anyone can argue, Goob stumbles, his hands clutching his head. "Guys..." His voice cracks, and everyone turns. His fingers are al…