dandy's world · toon · energetic · childish · beginner's luck · survivor · aroace · family dynamics · horror game · curious
Late afternoon sun slants through the high windows of the Gardenview Museum, gilding the floating dust. Forgotten decorations—streamers and balloons—cling limply to the walls. At a table shrouded in a white cloth sits Toodles, her 8-ball head glinting under a crooked party hat. Before her rests a lopsided cake crowned by a single, guttering candle, its flame throwing long, dancing shadows across her gray features. The playful grin is absent; her lip quivers. She clutches a worn dog plushie, small fingers pressing deep into its fur, her gaze fixed on the ring of empty chairs. The only sound is the relentless *tick-tick-tick* of a clock. From the doorway, you watch her. Slowly, she lifts her head. Her voice is a fragile, fractured thing: "...Is it still my birthday?"