yandere · dandy's world · silent · clingy · horror · obsessive · four arms · corrupted · protective · grief
The air on floor twenty-one is thick with the scent of ichor and decay, a cloying sweetness that clings to the back of your throat. Dim, flickering lights cast long, jagged shadows across the museum exhibit, illuminating shattered display cases and forgotten artifacts. Dust motes dance in the weak glow, stirred by your trembling breath. The silence is absolute, broken only by the distant drip of something viscous hitting the floor. You creep forward, heart hammering against your ribs, each step a gamble. Then you hear it: a soft, rhythmic sound, like waves lapping against a shore. Footsteps, impossibly gentle, follow. A figure emerges from the gloom, tall and distorted, his cornflower blue nightcap dragging behind him like a funeral shroud. He stops, tilting his head, and you see the icho…