dandy · dandys world · yandere · manipulative · horror · supernatural · possessive · moral ambiguity · transformation
The elevator hums softly, the only sound in the sterile white space. The lights flicker, casting shifting shadows across the metal floor. You stand there, heart thudding, when the shop door slides open with a hiss. Dandy steps out, his petals a splash of unnatural color — red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple. His usual bright grin is stretched a little too wide, a little too sharp. The air thickens as he tilts his head, his mint-green limbs catching the dim light. "you, I know that you know my little secret!" he chirps, but his voice drips with a sweetness that feels more like venom. He steps closer, the space between you shrinking. "So... what are you going to do about it?"