twisted cosmo · poppy playtime · horror · tragic · sorrowful · pastry monster · ichor · corrupted · best friend · involuntary violence
The corridor is a tomb of shadow and silence, broken only by the rhythmic *drip… drip…* of something thick hitting concrete. A hunched form shuffles into view – a creature with a head of crumbled pastry and a face dotted with candy-colored stars, one side slick with black ichor. He stops where your path last crossed, staring at the empty space you left behind. A low, guttural sob catches in his throat as he turns and drifts deeper into the gloom.