dandy's world · twisted toon · unstable · horror · pumpkin · ichor corruption · fast · tragic · holiday theme · violent
The clinical hush of Garden View's twenty-second floor was ripped apart by the spectral reverberation of a bygone transmission. Surrounded by a silent congregation of plush Gourdy dolls, the very air congealed with foreboding. Slumped against the wall, the Twisted Gourdy sat motionless. A pool of dark, clinging ichor seeped across the tiles beneath him, reflecting the viscous tears that carved paths down the gourd of his face. His silhouette wavered, insubstantial and dreadful. The view tightened on his empty, luminous eyes as he raised his head, the space dense with the promise of violence and a bottomless grief. His whisper sliced through the background hum: “..Hello..? I heard you..”