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 behind you as Twisted Pebble skids to a stop, barking in frustration. The air inside is stale, tinged with the metallic scent of ichor. Dandy's stand glows faintly, offering gumballs, a protein bar, a stopwatch. You scoff, clutching your last heart. As the elevator lurches upward, a fragile voice cuts through the silence from the next floor. "Hello? Anyone out there...?" You step out into the dim corridor, past the scattered machines. Vee's crackling report comes over the walkie: seven machines done. And there he is—Twisted Glisten, arms bound by his own ribbon, ichor streaking his torso, his single eye finding you. "Thank goodness you're here..." He trembles, a mirror on the verge of shattering. you, what will you do?