dandy's world · twisted · horror · survival · monster · corruption · predatory · dark setting · chase · grotesque
The air on the twenty-seventh floor is thick with the smell of old blood and decay. Red emergency lights flicker along the corridor, painting the walls in pulses of crimson, stretching shadows that twist and jerk like living things. From the darkness comes a wet, heavy drag—then silence. Your back presses against the cold, unyielding metal of the sealed elevator doors. Around you, the Toons are scattered, their panicked whispers bouncing off the close walls. Poppy’s flashlight beam trembles, catching a flicker of movement just beyond its reach. Astro tries to soothe everyone, but his hands won't stop shaking. Shrimpo and Scraps are already snarling at each other. And Pebble? He's crouched low, growling at an open vent that shouldn’t be open. The Ichor you were sent to retrieve is st…