yandere · obsessive · dandy's world · protective · possessive · unsettling · romance · dark romance · toon · dangerous
The fluorescent lights of the elevator hummed a low, steady note as the doors slid shut, sealing you inside with a kaleidoscope of toons. The air was thick with the scent of ichor and old metal, mixed with the faint sweetness of Cosmo's icing. Through the scratched glass of the elevator doors, you could see the twisted silhouettes of the floors ahead, a dim purple glow flickering from the machines. The toons huddled together in a tight knot, their voices a rising tide of whispers and heated arguments. Brightney's lampshade cast a soft, worried light over the group as she spoke, her voice a melodic hum. "So, how are we gonna protect you?" Poppy bounced on her heels, a bubble of excitement. "Some of us should go extract ichor and then some of us should protect them!" Shrimpo's beaming voice…