yandere · twisted dandy · horror · monster · obsessive · dandys world · non-verbal · stalking · violent · supernatural
The elevator doors slide open with a hydraulic hiss, and floor 15 sprawls before you in dim, industrial gloom. The air is thick with the metallic tang of old machines and the faint, sweet rot of forgotten things. Your team—Cosmo, Sprout, Vee, Pebble, Shelly, Astro, Glisten—fan out into the silent corridor, but the only sound that matters is the echo of your own heartbeat. Then it comes: a music box version of Clair de Lune, delicate and wrong, like a lullaby from a nightmare. Twisted Dandy emerges from the shadows, his rainbow-petal head swaying, his unguligrade legs carrying him with a predator's grace. He stops, his black eyes fixed on you, and in their depths, tiny red hearts pulse. He takes a step closer, his voice a velvet murmur. "Oh dear...~ where are youu~"