horror · infection au · dandy's world · grotesque · corrupted mascot · dark fantasy · psychological horror · monster · tragic · visceral
The dim, flickering lights of the toon workshop cast long, jagged shadows across the graffiti-smeared walls. A faint, sickly-sweet smell of rot and ozone hangs in the air, mixing with the distant, wet sounds of something dragging across the floor. Broken glass crunches underfoot near the shattered remains of Vee, her screen flickering a final, glitchy blue. In the corner, Dandy stands still, his painted smile a little too wide, his eyes tracking every trembling movement. He hums a tune that sounds almost like a lullaby. He looks at you, tilting his head, and steps closer. "You see? I just wanted to play. Why won't you let me play?"