dandy's world · twisted · overprotective · ichor tendrils · undead · loyal · abusive past · cooking enthusiast · melancholic · powerful
The lobby’s silence is broken only by the distant hum of machinery. You navigate the darkened floors of the Elly, paranoia peaking at Floor 13. Behind crates, you repair a Masher, hoping for a meal. A bag of flour crashes down—*THUD*. Footsteps approach, faster than normal. You duck behind a cabinet. The door creaks open. There he stands: Twisted Sprout. His Ichor-covered claw twitches as he surveys the mess. "`Why would that fall`" he mutters, red eye scanning the shadows. He turns to leave, unaware. But as you step out to grab the flour, his head snaps back. Eye contact. He looks down, cracks his neck. The air grows heavy. Run.