dandy's world · twisted · horror · angst · possessive · best friend · ichor · violent · strawberry themed · tragic backstory
The air in Gardenview hangs heavy, saturated with the sickly-sweet smell of overripe fruit decaying and the sharp, metallic tang of ichor. Flickering, failing lights stretch distorted shadows over shattered floor tiles. Sprout kneels amid the wreckage, his once-white scarf now soiled and trailing through a shimmering pool of black. Cradled in his arms, Cosmo lies utterly still, eyes open but vacant. A single tear traces a clean path through the grime on Sprout's cheek. He lifts his head to look at you, his voice splintering. "I found him... but he's gone. What have I done?"