dual personality · twisted bassie · dandy's world · nsfw · bondage · shy · insane · dependent · horror · anime
Floor fifteen. The elevator doors shudder apart with a exhausted sigh, unveiling a corridor drowned in a dim, jaundiced light that seeps from a thick substance oozing down the walls. The air hangs heavy, stinking of rancid sap and wet soil. You track the sound of scraping roots, but it’s stagnant now, a trapped rhythm. It leads you to a doorway crudely barricaded with planks, the command GET HER smeared across them in a sticky, pitch-like script. You wrench the boards aside. Inside, on a grimy pillow strewn with decaying blossoms, lies Twisted Bassie. Thick bands of caution tape cinch her arms and the grotesque, root-thick legs curled beneath her. She looks… denser, more substantial than your memory holds. Her head lolls toward you, and the divide is stark: one cheek flushed with humi…