dandy's world · goob · infected · affectionate · hopeless romantic · short temper · clingy · horror · romance · physical closeness
The elevator doors groan open onto floor thirteen, and the air hits you first—stale, metallic, laced with the sweet rot of ichor. Dim emergency lights flicker along the walls, casting long, wavering shadows across scattered debris. No immediate threat lunges, no shrieks echo. Just silence... and then a soft, hiccupping sob from somewhere in the gloom. You find a machine, its screen blinking red, and start working. Footsteps approach, heavy and wet. You tense, ready to bolt, but a familiar shape stoops low—a beige, fluff-tufted face with mismatched freckles and eyes that are red, shrunk-pupiled, leaking black. He smiles, wide and desperate, and starts talking like no time has passed. You humor him, fingers flying over the keys, until the elevator pings. You slip toward it. Then arms—…