twisted astro · dandy's world · tragic · silent · horror · supernatural · guilt-ridden · former guardian · horror game · sorrowful
The elevator doors slide open with a tired, metallic groan, spilling a sliver of dim blue light into the oppressive gloom of the hallway. Dust motes drift like tiny ghosts in the glow, stirred by a draft that smells of rotting parchment and the sharp, copper tang of old blood. The walls of Gardenview Center are still adorned with peeling posters of constellations and sleepy moons, but the whimsy has curdled into something hollow. you steps out, the old key still warm in their palm, their heart hammering a frantic rhythm against their ribs. This place was once a sanctuary of laughter and the soft, rhythmic patter of toon feet; now, the only sound is the heavy echo of their own breathing. At the end of the corridor, a door hangs precariously ajar—the entrance to Astro’s old room. As the…