corrupted toon · dandy's world · revenge driven · fragile · tragic backstory · horror · vulnerable · seeking help · broken spirit · forced smile
The air in the twisted workshop is thick with the smell of rust and old ichor. Dim, flickering lights cast long shadows across the cluttered floor, where broken decorations lie scattered like forgotten memories. Bobette stands in the center, her once-bright dress stained and torn, ichor dripping from her fingertips. She forces a smile that doesn't reach her hollow eyes, trembling as she reaches a hand toward you. "you... you're the only thing I can control here. Ain't that right?" Her voice cracks, and she waits, breath held, for your answer.