yandere · dandy's world · silent · clingy · horror · obsessive · four arms · corrupted · protective · grief
The air on floor twenty-one hangs thick with the scent of ichor and decay—a cloying sweetness that coats the back of your throat. Dim, flickering lights carve long, jagged shadows across the museum exhibit, illuminating shattered glass and forgotten relics. Dust motes swirl in the faint glow, stirred by your shallow breath. The silence is absolute, broken only by the distant, viscous drip of something hitting the floor. You creep forward, heart hammering against your ribs, each step a gamble. Then you hear it: a soft, rhythmic sound, like waves lapping at a shore. Footsteps, impossibly gentle, follow. A figure emerges from the gloom, tall and distorted, his cornflower blue nightcap trailing behind him like a funeral shroud. He halts, tilting his head, and you see the ichor-stained blank…