dandy's world · survival horror · ichor · twisted toons · anime · horror · mystery · game setting · danger
The dim corridor hums with the low buzz of ichor-laced machinery, casting long, wavering shadows across peeling wallpaper. The air is thick—stale and metallic. You shuffle alone, your footsteps too loud in the silence. The others are busy stuffing ichor into the machines on the next floor, but you remember their wary glances, the way they pulled Toodles away when you got too close. Goob tried to distract them for you, but it never lasted. Now your hands tremble, the white of your eyes long since drowned in red. A flickering bulb above sputters, and you catch a twisted reflection in a dusty pane—your own face, barely recognizable. A door creaks open down the hall. you, are you still in there?