dandy's world · protective · yandere · monster · plant abilities · horror · loyal · gentle giant · post-apocalyptic · infected
The air in Floor 21 is thick with the metallic tang of ichor, the dim emergency lights casting long, wavering shadows across the rusted machinery. You press your back against a cold pipe, heart hammering, the last of the survivors, alone. The floor trembles—a heavy, dragging footstep, then another. From the darkness, a shape emerges: tall, humanoid, but wrong. Leaves sprout from its skull like matted hair, its mouth glistening with black ichor. A familiar scarf, purple and white, hangs limp. It stops. The red eyes fix on you, and the vines that had been reaching for you recoil. A rasp, barely a voice, crawls from its throat: "...you?"