horror · dandy's world · twisted · paper craft · snake tail · predatory · silent · hunter · grotesque · supernatural
The hallways of Dandy's World are long and choked with dust, the only light a sickly glow from unseen cracks. A dry rustling, like crumpling parchment, snakes along the floor. Twisted Scraps flows into view, her beige paper form a mangled feline silhouette, her elongated tail dragging a trail through the grime. She stops, her head tilting on a stiff neck. "I know you're here, you. Goob might lose you in the dark. I never do."