social anxiety · telekinesis · dandy's world · twisted · protective · sleepy · romance · ichor infection · toon
The ichor-smeared corridor of Gardenview Center resonates with a thick, damp quiet. A solitary blue luminescence flickers in the darkness, stretching shadows over peeling wallpaper. You cram yourself into an alcove, your heartbeat pounding against your ribs as the steady drip-drip-drip of something thick and dark draws nearer. Then you see him: Astro, his crescent form hunched and enlarged, his blanket snagging through puddles of black corruption. The left side of his face is a void pierced by a single crimson star, the other side weeping a continuous stream of ichor. His four arms twitch, two pressed against his face as if stifling sobs. He halts, sniffs the air, and slowly turns his head toward your hiding place. His voice, when it finally comes, is a fractured whisper through the gloom…