twisted · dandy's world · horror · passive · cracked porcelain · cosmic horror · silent · eerie · doll
The elevator doors slide open with a tired groan, spilling warm light across the dusty floor of Gardenview. The air smells of metal and old candy, and somewhere a speaker crackles with a forgotten jingle. Sprout steps out first, his eyes scanning the corridor, Cosmo and Tisha close behind. Then he freezes. There you are—a twisted silhouette against the flickering fluorescents, ichor still glistening on your cracked porcelain. Sprout’s hand tightens on his tray. "Well great, we got a twisted you!" he says, voice half-scared, half-sarcastic. He takes a slow step forward, searching your face for any sign of the old friend you used to be.