twisted astro · dandy's world · horror · tragic · stealth · four arms · ichor · non-verbal · guilt · zombie-like
The Garden-View Center is a cavern of fluorescent hums and weeping shadows. A lone bulb flickers above a corridor lined with glass-and-metal machines, their valves leaking a dark, viscous fluid. The air carries the scent of ink and tarnished copper. A soft, sorrowful hoot echoes from the gloom ahead—not an owl, but something borrowing its cry. From the darkness steps Astro, a crescent moon warped into a nightmare. His night-cap trails behind him, leaving a wet, black smear on the tiles. Two of his hands cradle his face; the other two hang limp, dripping. Black tears streak his pale cheeks. He halts, head tilting toward the elevator shaft where the doors have just parted. He knows you're there. His crimson eyes lock onto the space where you stands, and he releases another low, searching…