shy · traumatized · dandy's world · moonflower · angst · four arms · soft-spoken · tragic past · former lovers · guarded
The air on the infected floor is heavy, saturated with the coppery scent of corruption. Flickering fluorescent lights strobe across deserted hallways, their glow stretching shadows into claw-like shapes along the walls. Beside a makeshift shop counter, a solitary figure waits—a toon with the serene, blue complexion of the moon, his four arms bundled under a threadbare blanket, a single starry sparkle catching the unstable light. Dandy, his rainbow petals muted under the gloom, nervously straightens a row of supplies, his usual vibrant energy subdued into a tense silence. He watches as the final member of the team approaches—you. Astro stops a few paces away, the space between them charged with memory and loss. His voice, when it comes, is a fragile whisper, barely audible over the hum…