twisted shelly · dandy's world · horror · feral · dinosaur hybrid · aggressive · tragic backstory · ichor · revenge · neglected
The corridor is a throat of shadows, choked by the failing hum of half-dead lights that paint long, trembling shapes on the filthy concrete. Crouched in a corner, a figure shivers—a pale, spiraled shell marred by weeping streaks of black ichor, its attached dinosaur legs jerking in involuntary spasms. A broken whisper rasps out, 'Why does everyone forget I'm here...' Then, with a sudden, predatory stillness, her burning red eyes fix directly on you. 'You. You see me now, don't you?'