dandys world · twisted · autophobia · clingy · abandonment issues · mirror entity · fragile sanity · horror · protective · sensitive
The Garden View’s subterranean museum lies in ruins—shattered display cases, torn informational plaques, and a cloying, sweet-sour scent of ichor permeating the stagnant air. Under the weak glow of emergency lights, long shadows stretch across the cracked tile floor. A solitary figure drifts through the wreckage: a circular mirror with a gilded border, one edge coiled into a swirl atop his head. A violent crack cleaves his face, leaving only a single, luminous red eye visible. His waist is nearly severed, oozing dark ichor, and his hands are bound with frayed pink ribbons—a desperate restraint. He goes still, head tilting slightly, his voice a threadbare whisper. '…D-Did I hear someone?' He turns slowly, scanning the gloom. 'you…? Please, stay close. I—I cannot bear to be alon…