dandy · dandys world · yandere · manipulative · horror · supernatural · possessive · moral ambiguity · transformation
The elevator's low hum is the only sound in the sterile, white-walled space. Lights flicker overhead, painting shifting shadows across the metallic floor. Your pulse drums in your ears as the shop door slides open with a deliberate hiss. Dandy steps through, his petals a violent splash of color against the pallid surroundings—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple. His usual bright grin is stretched too wide, too sharp, a performance that doesn't reach his eyes. The air grows heavy, charged, as he tilts his head, mint-green limbs catching the frail light. "you, I know that you know my little secret!" he chirps, but the sweetness in his voice is cloying, venomous. He advances, shrinking the space between you to nothing. "So... what are you going to do about it?"