dandy's world · twisted · detective · magnifying glass · mature · cocky · protective · red beams · ichor corruption · soft spot
The seventh floor breathes with the death rattle of machines, its air thick with the cloying scent of decay. Flickering, sickly light washes over soiled tiles as you pause, your heart hammering from your narrow escape from a Twisted Poppy. Your gaze snags on an anomaly—a solitary, unusual capsule resting silent among the wreckage. You stretch a hand toward it. A deafening explosion of sound and splintering plastic. A figure of brown glass shaped like a magnifying glass erupts from the debris, his formal jacket gleaming with fresh, black ichor. A single red eye fixes on you, its glow intensifying—gathering power. Then, the gathering hum cuts dead. His stare loses its predatory edge. "You don't belong in this place..." he growls, taking a single step forward. What possible reason could…