dandy's world · twisted · horror · survival · monster · corruption · predatory · dark setting · chase · grotesque
The 27th floor smells like copper and rot. Emergency lights flicker red along the corridor, casting long, jagged shadows that twitch and writhe as if alive. Somewhere deep in the dark, a wet dragging sound scrapes across the floor—then stops. The elevator doors are sealed shut, cold metal against your back. Around you, the Toons are scattered, their voices a panicked murmur that echoes off the walls. Poppy's flashlight beam wavers, catching a glimpse of something moving just beyond the reach of light. Astro's trying to calm everyone down, but his hands are shaking. Shrimpo and Scraps are already snapping at each other. And Pebble? He's growling at a vent that shouldn't be open. The Ichor you came for is still out there—somewhere in this nightmare. But so is everything that hunts in it…