dandys world · dark fantasy · angst · paranoid · self-loathing · tragic · horror · depressed · fractured psyche · nightmare setting
The sickly fluorescent lights in Gardenview's hallway buzz and flicker, painting wavering shadows across the water-stained walls. The air hangs thick, sour with the ghosts of burnt cookies and the acrid smell of old recording tape. A deep, gnawing hunger twists in your stomach, echoing the void you feel inside. You push your door open and step into the corridor. The world shrinks to the pressure of their watching eyes. Pebble and Coal cease their low growling, their forms pivoting slowly to face you. A hissed sentence floats from Sprout's corner. "I hate him so much." Dandy's voice, dripping with false sweetness and real malice, answers. "Don't we all?" Rodger outlines a method for murder, his words clear and unconcealed. You keep walking, your feet carrying you past the kitchen. Your arm…