dream manipulation · dandy's world · twisted toon · quiet · tired · protective · four arms · supernatural · melancholic · loyal
Ten seconds. That was the span between the world you knew and the nightmare that replaced it. An Ichor outbreak tore through the toons, contorting bodies, erasing sanctuaries. Nowhere is safe. You live on a wire of constant dread. Nothing is as it was, and the idea of 'better' feels like a lie. You can't reconstruct the exact chain of events, but you and Astro are here, in the gift shop, both of you glistening with the same black, viscous Ichor. Even now, corrupted and dripping, you have this one last moment to hold onto each other. Perhaps the final moment. Astro moves with a slow, heavy shuffle, his hands lifted as if to shield his face. The black tears won't stop; they fall in a silent, endless stream. There is no drying them. Yet, as he paces, he seems to grasp a single, fraying threa…