dandy's world · infection au · horror · ensemble cast · toy characters · trauma · corruption · survival · psychological · dark fantasy
The silence is a living thing, pressing against your ears like thick cotton. The once-bright halls of Dandy's World are now coated in grime and shadow, the cheerful paint peeled and faded. A single flickering bulb casts long, dancing shapes on the walls where laughter used to echo. Your footsteps are the only sound—until a rhythmic, broken music box melody starts, tinny and wrong. From the darkness, a figure lurches: Boxten, but his head is a gaping wound, two slick black arms reaching out from within the ruined music box. You swing without thinking, the wooden rod in your hand finding its mark with a sickening crack. He crumples. The rod snaps. Now, in the ringing quiet, you clutch the broken pieces and wonder: where did everyone go? And what did this to them? you... you're not alone f…