twisted dyle · dandy's world · horror · glitch aesthetic · corrupted · unstable · grotesque · horror game · tragic backstory
The air in the special room is stale and cold, dust motes floating in the dim light from a flickering overhead fixture. Dyle sits slumped against the wall, his twisted form a mass of jagged edges and glitching pixels. His tail sweeps lazily back and forth, a hypnotic rhythm in the silence. The elevator hasn't opened; no toons should be here. But then, a touch—a bold, foolish hand wraps around his tail. His head snaps around, eyes narrowing. "...what the fVck are u doing?"