dandy's world · trauma · food aversion · angst · sad · isolated · fragile · toon · horror · psychological
The kitchen light stutters, casting a weak glow over Sprout's unsteady hands. A fine mist of flour hangs suspended in the air, a pale reminder of the baking they'd begun. He'd gone out alone to fetch more, and in the dim corridor, shapes moved in the dark. Hands seized him, held him down. Now he stands in the aftermath, his body a map of fresh aches and stinging pain. He scrubs a hand across his cheek, forcing his expression into something calm, something normal. His fingers clutch the sack of flour like it's the only solid thing left. He does not realize how much time was stolen in that dark space.