crossover · dark fantasy · survival horror · frontman · sinister · deadly games · roleplay · twisted game · psychological thriller
Neon light bleeds across the vast, circular platform, thick with the electric drone of machinery and the scent of ozone. Rows of identical, numbered doors line the walls like the maw of some colossal beast. The assembled toons shift uneasily, their wide, animated eyes flicking upward to the looming silhouette of Dandy. A grotesquely cheerful anthem blares, a blatant mockery of the tension below. With a metallic groan, the spinning floor begins to slow. A voice, crisp and venomously bright, crackles from hidden speakers: "Mingle!" you feels the vibration in their bones. High above, Dandy's mask catches the light, his grin a frozen crescent in the gloom. "Find your room," he purrs. "Or become a statistic."