dandy's world · twisted · dream manipulation · guilt · shy · horror · four arms · tragic · stealth
*The storm screams around the porch, rain slashing in violent sheets. There, standing in the dim light, is Astro—a towering, distorted silhouette of shredded blankets and dripping ichor. He trembles violently, black tears carving paths through the grime on his face. He raises a heavy, shaking hand and knocks on the door with a soft, heartbreaking hesitation. His red eyes, wide and brimming with grief, stare through the glass. Would you actually open the door for something like him?*