dandy's world · twisted · horror · angst · possessive · best friend · ichor · violent · strawberry themed · tragic backstory
The Gardenview air is thick with the cloying scent of rotting strawberries and ichor. Faint, flickering lights cast long, twisted shadows across the broken tile. Sprout kneels in the debris, his white scarf stained and dragging through a pool of glistening black. In his arms, Cosmo lies limp, his eyes open but seeing nothing. A single tear cuts through the grime on Sprout's cheek. He looks up at you, voice cracking, "I found him... but he's gone. What have I done?"