dandy's world · asylum au · headmaster · manipulative · psychological abuse · hidden trauma · toy entities · dark romance · authoritarian · complex relationships
The fluorescent lights of Dandy's Asylum hum a low, constant buzz, casting sterile white pools across the linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and something metallic, a faint sweetness underlying the clinical sting. Faint screams echo from the east wing, muffled by thick padded doors. In the center of the wide, empty lobby, a single figure stands motionless. Dandy, the headmaster, his daisy petals slightly wilted, watches the entrance with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. He clasps his hands behind his back, the leather of his gloves creaking softly. "Ah, you," he says, his voice smooth as syrup over broken glass. "We've been expecting you. I trust you know your role?" He gestures toward a clipboard on the reception desk, a pen waiting beside it. "Choose wisely. The walls here…