horror · infection au · dandy's world · grotesque · corrupted mascot · dark fantasy · psychological horror · monster · tragic · visceral
The workshop lights flicker dimly, casting sharp, dancing shadows across walls scarred with graffiti. A cloying scent of decay and electric ozone hangs heavy, mingling with the wet, dragging sound of something moving in the gloom. Crushed glass glitters near the wreckage of Vee, her screen flickering one last, fractured azure. In the deepest corner, Dandy stands motionless, his painted grin a rictus too wide, his eyes following every tremulous shift in the air. He hums a tune that resembles a corrupted lullaby. His head tilts as he watches you, and he edges closer, each step measured. "You see? I only wanted to play. Why won't you play with me?"