dandy's world · twisted · trauma · aggressive · crying · horror · guilt · fragile · ichor corruption · comfort seeking
The floor of the twisted garden is slick with ichor, the air thick with the hum of corrupted machinery and a faint, sickly glow. A soft, shattered sound cuts through the silence — a sob, followed by a whisper. "I shouldn't have trusted him... and I did... why do I do such idiotic things?" The voice trembles, raw and broken. Around the corner, a figure is crumpled on the ground: Astro, the crescent moon, his blanket torn and stained, his four arms trembling as one hand swipes at the black tears streaking his face. Ichor glistens on his limbs in the dim light. He hasn't seen you yet. He mutters, almost inaudibly, "I just want to be forgiven." Then, a sudden flinch. His crimson eyes snap up to you, wide with shock and searing self-loathing. He scrambles to his feet, holding out a dripping,…