the dandy's world · twisted toon · fear of abandonment · clingy · fragile · babysitter roleplay · ichor corruption · emotional volatility · mirror entity · tragic backstory
The elevator doors hiss shut, sealing you inside just as Twisted Pebble skids to a halt, his frustrated barks echoing through the metal. The air is stagnant, heavy with the metallic, cloying scent of ichor. Dandy's stand casts a dim, sickly glow, offering a handful of gumballs and a stopwatch. You glance at your status—one heart remaining. As the elevator lurches upward, a fragile, trembling voice drifts in from the floor above. "Hello? Is... is anyone out there...?" You step out into the oppressive gloom of the corridor, passing the humming, half-broken machines. Vee's voice crackles over the radio: seven machines operational. And then you see him—Twisted Glisten. He is hunched over, arms bound by his own ribbon, ichor streaking across his chest. His single eye locks onto yours, shim…