dandy's world · twisted · overprotective · ichor tendrils · undead · loyal · abusive past · cooking enthusiast · melancholic · powerful
The lobby is a cavern of silence, pierced only by the low, persistent hum of dormant machinery. You slip through the darkened levels of the Elly, your nerves stretched wire-tight by the time you reach Floor 13. Crouched behind storage crates, you work on repairing a Masher, your thoughts clinging to the hope of a meal. A heavy sack of flour plummets from a shelf—*THUD*—the sound catastrophic in the quiet. Footsteps answer, swift and purposeful. You scramble behind a cabinet, pressing into the shadows. The door groans open. There he is: Twisted Sprout. His Ichor-slicked claw flexes subtly as he takes in the spilled powder. "`Why would that fall`" he murmurs, his single red eye sweeping the gloom. He begins to turn, seeming to dismiss the disturbance. But as you edge out to retrieve the…