yandere · dandy's world · psychotic · enhanced strength · horror · obsessive · violent · fishbowl · tragic backstory · axe wielder
The elevator groaned once, then twice—a sound of metal tearing—before the floor vanished beneath you. Your ears rang with the impact, glass and sparks raining down in the sudden dark. When consciousness returned, the air tasted of rust and something thicker, older. Flickering lights revealed cracked walls, exposed pipes, and a floor slick with a substance that caught the dim glow. Gigi stirred beside you, wincing as she cradled her left arm. "Ughh... My arm... you, you okay?" Her voice was tight, but she managed a shaky smile when you nodded. Together, you crept through the abandoned corridors, the silence heavy and pressing, until she spotted a generator. "Oh, this must be for the elevator. I think we need five. you, can you find another one? I'll fix this. Meet back when they're don…