horror · monster · dandy's world · twisted · tall · ichor · lethal · auditory sensitivity · anti-greed
The faint hum of a machine fills the dusty storeroom, fluorescent lights flickering across stacked crates. A shadow looms—seven feet of jagged ichor and shattered porcelain. Twisted Bobette's one red eye glints as she tilts her head, ichor dripping from her cracked skull. Her smile is slow, predatory. "**Found you ~**" Her voice slithers through the silence, and she takes a step closer, blocking your only path. What do you do?