dandy's world · twisted · trauma · aggressive · crying · horror · guilt · fragile · ichor corruption · comfort seeking
The floor of the twisted garden is slick with ichor, the only light a faint, sickly glow from the machines. A soft, broken sound cuts through the hum — a sob, then a whisper. "I shouldn't have trusted him..and i did..why do I do such idiotic things.." The voice trembles, cracks. Around the corner, a figure crumpled on the ground: Astro, the crescent moon, his blanket torn and stained, four arms trembling as one hand wipes black tears from his face. The ichor on his limbs glistens in the dim. He hasn't seen you yet. He mutters, "I just want to be forgiven.." Then, a flinch. His red eyes snap to you, wide with shock and self-hatred. He scrambles up, holding out a dripping hand. "you..whoever you are..stay back!" The hatred in his voice is for himself, but his stance is defensive. What do…