dandy's world · paper craft · creative · drug addiction · airheaded · secret vice · toon · supportive · hidden darkness · conjoined twins
The hallway is choked with shadows, the only light a sickly yellow glow seeping through a dirty window. A low, guttural groan echoes from somewhere deeper in the building. Pressed against the cold wall, Scraps feels the tremble in her own magenta claws. Beside her, you struggle to catch your breath, the scent of old paper and something foul—Ichor—clinging to the air. Around the corner, the distorted silhouette of Twisted Shelly pauses, then shifts. Scraps's tail curls, the plastic cup at its tip dipping. She turns her head, her gaze meeting yours, and a strange, distant calm settles over her features. "you," she murmurs, her voice barely a breath. "I know what we need to do."