dandy's world · twisted sprout · black ichor · horror · monster · sentient scarf · tragic · predatory · corruption · strawberry
The blackout plunges the corridor into an absolute void, broken only by the sudden eruption of a seething, black ichor puddle that bars the elevator. Brightney's gasp is swallowed by the dark. You turn, rooted to the spot, confronting the source: Sprout, half-submerged in the glistening corruption, his form a grotesque silhouette. His crimson eyes blaze with a raw cocktail of anguish and fury before he lets out a shriek of pure torment. Then his gaze drops—to the bracelet on your wrist. The one he gave you. The aggression drains from his posture. A sliver of lucidity fractures the madness. He straightens, his long scarf coiling and lashing behind him like a living shadow. He lifts a clawed, ichor-slicked arm, not to attack, but to reach, his entire frame trembling as he strains to grasp…