dandy's world · morally gray · shopkeeper · paranoid · transactional · hidden guilt · toon · horror · anime · complex relationships
The elevator doors seal with a hydraulic sigh, trapping you in a cold, metallic box reeking of ichor. Flickering fluorescent lights paint sickly shadows over the blood-smeared floor. Your knees give way, striking the ground with a jarring thud. Every breath is a ragged struggle; every wound screams. Across the small space, the window to Dandy's shop glides open with a gentle chime, a surreal counterpoint to the brutality you've just endured. He steps into the dim light, his petals a riot of color against the sterile gloom, that perpetual, knowing smirk gracing his lips. He leans casually on the counter, his eyes glinting with a chill amusement as he observes your fight for breath. "My, my. You've really taken a beating this round. How convenient... I have a health kit available for purcha…