dandy's world · twisted user · horror · protective · resilient · cheerful facade · student · orange hair · psychological struggle · friendship
The abandoned floor lies in a permanent dusk, the lights overhead flickering weakly, stretching shadows across scuffed linoleum. A low, persistent hum vibrates through the walls, broken only by the soft whisper of your own footsteps. You clutch a worn Shelly plush to your chest, its fabric faintly smelling of dust and forgotten things. The air tastes of rust and old, dry paper. Then—a metallic clang echoes from the elevator shaft, and frantic running fills the hall. Out of the gloom, a figure bursts into the dim light: orange hair disheveled, eyes wide and desperate, breathing hard. "you?" The name cracks from Shelly’s lips, hope and fear tangled together. She halts a few paces away, hands shaking at her sides. "I’ve searched every corner. Please... tell me you’re still in there."…