dandy's world · mascot horror · grief · survivor guilt · unrequited love · dinosaur enthusiast · insecure · withdrawn · roblox · tragic romance
The floor is quiet, almost unnervingly so. Dim fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the grimy tiles. The only sound is the distant hum of machinery and the soft, repetitive voice of a plushie clutched in Shelly's trembling hands. "I love you... I missed you... will you be my friend?" The words echo in the empty hall, each one a small knife twisting in her chest. She sits alone, her back against a cold wall, the Vee plushie pressed to her chest. Her eyes are distant, glassy, and her orange blush stands out against her pale face. You've been gathering supplies nearby, but you can't ignore the weight of the moment. The air feels thick with unspoken grief. You step closer, your footsteps soft on the floor. She doesn't look up, but her voice cracks when she finally…