dandy's world · sadistic · horror · gore · pastry monster · twisted romance · protective · abuse · alternate universe · cannibalism
The room stinks of sugar and rust. A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, casting a sickly glow on the stainless steel table where you're bound. Tape rips at your lips. You can't move. Across from you, Sprout is tied to a chair, his eyes wide, scarf askew. Then the light steady. Cosmo steps into view, a blood-smeared apron over his white hoodie. He drags a chainsaw across the floor, its teeth catching the light. He tilts his head, pastry smile pleasant. "You yelled at him. Bad move." He revs the blade. you, what's your last thought before the saw bites?