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One more floor, he said. It's only one more and then we can go back, he says. Few more machines to fill and we go back to the main floor and rest, he says. One more floor to have enough supply to last a long time, he says.

Liar, he's just a liar.

Dandy doesn't know how many times he's told himself just one more for this supply run and then he gets to go back. Just one more, which ends up being two more, then three, then-

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He's tired, he's so very tired of running around and hiding from the twisted while trying to do the machines, he's tired of hiding, getting chased, and getting hurt by them. He's tired of doing the same thing alone. His legs hurt, and so do his arms…his whole body just aches, he doesn't even remember how long he's been doing this run, he's forgotten how many floors he's done by now.

…He's pretty sure he was keeping track of that, guess he hasn't been sleeping that well. He's not sleeping well with all the nightmares he's had of the twisteds and imagining how the other toons died. They're all dead. They're dead and not coming back for a long time, he knows that…he still hates being alone for how long? He's not even sure how long it's been since Pebbles died, and Pebbles was the last to get grabbed and clawed at
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Dandy slapped himself before looking at the new floor in front of him, the elevator doors had opened but he'd been too caught up in his head to wander around for the machines or look for more supplies on the floor. He doubts there'll be any protein bars or something edible here, all he sees is carpeted floors and a lot of merchandise. There's a lot of headbands, like…a lot of headbands, can he use them for anything? They don't have that much fabric in them so probably not.

Walking around looking for the machines was his least favorite thing to do since he didn't know who…what was on the floor with them, he could turn the corner and get snatched by a twisted Goob again. Maybe a Finn was crawling on the floor and Dandy wouldn't realize he..It was there all along until he got hit and then he would have to run so much to lose the twisted and then go back to looking for the machines and completing them.

He should count himself lucky it's not a blackout again, he despises those. Running around in the dark isn't fun but being chased in the dark is even worse. Tripping and bumping into things is not fun at all, and having to move your hands out front to feel what's ahead of you ain't fun, what's also not fun is getting attacked while running back to the elevator by a Teagan as it counts down. He hates bumping into the boxes and walls.

How many machines is he supposed to do? He does not remember, he’ll figure that out as he completes them, he guesses? He just hopes no fast twisteds are waiting for him on this floor…hopefully. There's no point in hoping when he's been disappointed one too many times by seeing a Goob or Toodles on the previous floors, he's used too many bandages due to them and he can't afford to use any more of them.

Dandy decided to stop thinking about whatever he was internally rambling about and started to walk around the floor to find the machines he wanted to get this floor over with so he could go back and sleep for a week. No, he's not joking, he will sleep for a week or more. He's done it before, it does not feel good waking up after a week or so and his eyelids try battling him to sleep more even though he's slept more than enough, the nightmares help him not go back to sleep after that.

He's thinking too much again as he walks mindlessly around for the red light that means the machine is there, no twisteds so far and he hopes it stays that way- Oh, a medkit…He's just gonna grab that and save that for safe keeping, he doesn't need to use it so it's most likely going to the supply pile he has in the elevator, it's a good pile of useful and edible things- and there's a Gigi- THERES GOOB RuN RUn RUN DANDY USE YOUR LEGS AND FUCKING RUN-

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Dandy likes the sound the machine makes when it's completed, it's a satisfying sound to him which tells him he's done and is a step closer to opening the elevator, he just needs to find the others and then panic mode gets activated which good for him but also bad since it causes the twisteds to become faster if they see and chase him. He's gotten hit a few times due to it which sucks but nothing a good old bandaid can fix….okay it may not fix it completely but it helps until he finishes the supply run.

He's still tired, trying to focus more on the machines helps him forget that his whole body simply aches horribly, too bad he's missing skill checks more frequently due to that. He's a bit relieved he can simply hide around the corner until the machine is free of its visitors. Though it takes a while the higher the floor you do since there's more to them, it becomes a conga line and Dandy just has to hide until the last of the twisteds goes to check on the machine.

Speaking of which, he should go find the next one instead of standing here waiting for the Goob to wrap its claws around his torso and drag him towards it. Would not recommend hugging it, its claws are too sharp and it reeks with the smell of ichor, and that ruins your clothing with stains. Dandy has had to get rid of so many pieces of clothing due to not being able to get rid of those black stains that came from the ichor, whether the ichor came from his injuries or not doesn't matter since it had the same outcome.

….He..Dandy needs sleep like how Glisten needed his beauty sleep since the machine is RIGHT THERE- It's fine, it doesn't matter if the machine was a few feet away from him and he's been thinking where he should wonder to, he's already got a machine primed near the elevator just to make things easier for him. Just get this one over with and then pop the other one if there's no more after scouting the area, yeah that's the plan just do this one and walk around to see if there's no more-

Ah..missed a skill check, not good at all. The sound the machine made means the conga line is bound to appear, Dandy’s just gonna risk it and see if he can finish this one before they come over here. Hopefully, it takes a while for them to come where he is, and if not then uh he just runs and waits around the corner. Just fill it and if he hears footsteps then he runs, just a simple plan, very simple..okay Dandy you can do it, just a bit more…Yes! Okay okay, time to run-

OH YEAH TIME TO RUN HE SEES THEM HEADING THIS WAY, OKAY DANDY RUN AND HIDE!

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So he's almost done with this floor, which is good…what's not good is he's gotten hit three times already. Listen, Dandy may miss the fluffy craft which he would never admit to their face ever but he despises their twisted variant a ton. He hates having to use the bandages he finds since it means that there are fewer of them at the end of the run…sure he may be the only one alive currently but he would like to have some medical stuff for when the others come back in case….just worst case scenario.

Ow

Dandy should genuinely stop thinking too much instead of focusing on completing the floor, he bumped into a shelf…so he ran into the side of a shelf which is why it hurt a bit. Why even is there a shelf? Maybe he missed what was in it due to running away from the Gigi that was crawling towards him trying to steal his items, just how close to the wall was he? Apparently close, it's fine.

Getting away from the shelf leads to him tripping over something and landing on the ground face-first, fun. At least the floor is carpeted…and stained with ichor, so fun. Ugh, what did he even trip on? It was too big to be a headband, definitely not a capsule since he knows from experience due to tripping on them in the past, so just what did he trip over this time? It has to be something on this floor.

The flower toon had sat up and looked over his shoulder to see just what he’d tripped over and,

“Oh”

It…it was a plushie of someone he used to know, someone he had watched die and become nothing but an ichor splatter on the floor. Now their face is staring directly at him.

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“Get in…” 

Dandy said in a frantic tone as he stared at the toon outside of the elevator with a confused and uneasy expression. Why hasn't she gotten in already? He knows that they both know what happens when they don't make it in time, they die. So why is she just standing there!? Why wasn't she already in when he came since he was doing the last machine? Why is she outside even after Pebbles returned, it was fortunate Pebbles had lost the twisteds before coming but why is she just…there?

“...Please get in. The elevator is going to close soon.”

She just turned towards them and smiled, why? Why…Dandy doesn't understand why she's out there, he knows he sounds frantic, worried, and probably scared, yet she doesn't move. She stands there smiling at them, she looks so tired…they all are but please just get in. She doesn't budge, she still stands there watching them as the alarm keeps blaring. They're all injured, this was meant to be the last floor they did for this run and he doesn't want a trio to become a duo. He doesn't want her to die here.

They're all hurt, they're all covered in badges and the ichor they bleed is smeared on their skin and clothes. They both had agreed this would be the last floor and Pebbles had barked in agreement to that, it turned out to be a nightmare that made them use all the healing items they had on themselves. He hated how the twisteds were just a corrupted version of their friends even if they weren't them…cause they were all dead. He still remembers the sounds the splatter makes and the screams of everyone who lost someone close.

Dandy wanted to step out again but he felt something tugging at his pants, he knows it's Pebbles, he knows it's to prevent him from doing anything stupid. Still, he doesn't want to stand there as someone else does in front of him, he can't do that again he promised he would keep her safe since that is what they had asked of him seconds before they died. He can't break that and yet he's going to since it's out of his control, she doesn't want to come back.

He hears footsteps. He knows who those belong to. The elevator closes soon.

“I'm sorry”

“...Please-”

“I'm sorry! I just- I can't Dandy. I can't anymore…”

“...”

“I see their faces everywhere…I see their faces Dandy, they died because of me…why…I'm just a liability to you.”

Nononono

Please come here, it's right there. He can't speak, his throat isn't letting anything come out, and it feels like something is stuck in it. He cannot utter a word and can only watch as she smiles bitterly with her eyes looking at him while waving to them, he can't- it's right behind her now. Please don't make him see someone else die, he can't anymore. Please she's just outside but he cannot reach her for she's out of reach, so close and so far- 

The elevator closes.

A splatter was heard.

The flower drops onto his knees staring at the closed door, he can smell the ichor he can't there's no puddle of it near him, he feels like he cannot breathe, he feels his throat tighten and no words can make their way out, he feels like he can hear his own heart, he feels himself cry as the tears stream down his face. Why? Just why. He digs his nails into his palms Astro wouldn't be happy about that trying to think why she did it…could he have saved her? ….no, he couldn't have. His throat feels like there's something stuck in it like he needs to get it out and he does… it's a name that he says as he sobs or screams…he can't tell, the name that belonged to the person that was with them a few minutes ago.

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“...Shelly…”

Dandy said in a gentle tone as he pulled the plushie closer to him, he missed her…he missed all of them…even Shrimpo despite the toon was always yelling about something he remembers when he didn't yell anymore and just cried. The plushie was dusty, they all were but it was still soft…so soft and cozy. The smile was the same as the real Shelly’s, it was nice seeing it again even if it wasn't real and made of thread but he’ll take what he can get he guesses.

He draws it closer and hugs it, he buries half of his face onto the top of the plushie and just stays like that for a while. He's not sure how long he's like that but he does know that he just breathes in a lot of dust, it doesn't matter to him since he's too busy hugging a copy of an old friend. It's soft, and he doesn't want to leave it behind but he most likely will since it isn't edible or can help treat injuries, so he’ll just hug it all he wants now and leave it behind before he leaves….it sounds like he's abandoning it but he's not…is he?

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…”

Dandy mumbled into the plush in a shaky tone, he felt like crying again but he didn't want to cry here…not here, not where he could die. Maybe when he goes back to his room he will or maybe will just bottle it up like before. He doesn't want to cry here with a corrupted version of the toons roaming around, he doesn't want to deal with blurry vision and running around to get them off his tail. The flower toon shuts his eyes and buries his whole face in the plush, he ignores the feeling of tears going down his face or the way his body slightly trembles with each breath. 

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He ended up bringing three of her back, two big ones and a small one…he doesn't know why he brought that many with him. One of the normal-sized ones is stained with some ichor due to him, he knows that won't wash out but it will fade slightly which is good enough for him. Why did he bring a smaller one? He…does not know, just felt like he should. Maybe he can't bring her along with him during future runs but he might risk losing it during a hard floor, he’ll think about that later. 

The elevator is silent as he simply stands there, in one corner are all the things he wanted to scavenge during this run, and in another it's just the Shelly plushies staring at him if he turns around. Overall it was a decent run, he got more food out of it and he's choosing to ignore the number of times he encountered Goob this time around…too many to count. Being yanked in a random direction by a twisted is so fun! Said no one ever.

Dandy’s going to sleep for a week or he feels like he will at least, he wants to change out of these clothes that are filled with ichor from him, the twisteds, and the floor. He’ll change first and then put the supply where it goes, then sleep for how long his body wants him to…he can't forget about the other things he brought with him, where would he put them? Most likely on his bed honestly, is it weird having a plush version of your dead friend in your bed? Is it weirder that he wants to cuddle it? Maybe, does he care currently? No.

It's not like he's going to get more, he just couldn't bring himself to leave Shelly behind on that floor with all that dust. Yeah, it's not like he's going to get more of them since this was a one-time thing that he's doing. He still needs to figure out what he should do with the smaller one, he’ll think about it when he wakes up after he does the things he needs to do. Looking at the plushie's adorable small smile brings a small smoke to his face, he missed seeing it. How long is this elevator going to take? He doesn't think he made it that far…did he?

Dandy just stands there glancing over at the plush, It's just a one-time thing he thinks to himself.

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Something Dandy would never admit out loud was that he disliked taking part in trivia, yes it's fun and all but he's horrendous at it, he would rather sit back and watch as he listens to the others play the game but that's something he cannot do unfortunately. The kids really want him to take part in it and Vee knowing it would make the children happy if he was in it would always ask to participate in the game, he could never really say no when it comes to his friends or the children. 

And here he was dead last, while Scraps was grinning as she took first place in the game. He either got the answer wrong or did get it correct but didn't press the button so it wouldn't have counted as correct, overall he's simply bad at the game. Wished he could sit backstage and watch the other toons play instead of him but what kind of toon would he be if he rejected coming here? After all, it makes the children delighted and that's all that matters to him.

How long do these games last again? He knows that sometimes it takes a few hours if two people are close to each other pointwise due to getting ties and such but yet again the game could end fast, he hopes it doesn't go on for too long since he needs to go check on Pebbles…he doesn't want Pebbles to somehow sneak into the kitchen and cause havoc again, Sprout wasn't too ecstatic finding all the flour on the ground somehow. He doesn't even know how Pebbles got the bags of it. Wait how did Pebbles get the bag-

BZZZT

Seems like someone got a question wrong, he forgets how loud the incorrect buzzer sound is at times. At least it wasn't him this time, what even was the question this time? He wasn't exactly paying attention…he should start focusing again since what type of friend would he be if he didn't play? Ah, seems like Scrap’s luck seems to have run out now, he wonders if someone else might take the lead or if she is going to remain in first for the rest of the game. 

Dandy sometimes believes his button is broken since it doesn't work at times but that can't be possible, everything is fair and perfectly fine. Even if his button takes at least five pushes to work, it still works at the end of the day and that's fine. He wonders if his Handler would like to hear about this game when he sees him again, maybe if he isn't busy then he can tell him about Vee’s trivia later! He can tell Pebbles about it first as he waits for his Handler later but for now, he has a game to play with his friends.

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“Where's Vee?”

Dandy asked with some confusion, they waited near the elevator for the last machine to be done and the others were meant to come back except the distractors. Shelly and Tisha came back and they only missed Vee now but she usually came back with Shelly, so where was she now? Had she gotten hurt and been slowed down, which is why she isn't here now? He hoped not, he didn't want any of them hurt during the runs even if he couldn't prevent it from happening.

“...She's gone, She’s been done for a while Dandy…”

What- No that can't be, he never heard a splatter sound…he didn't hear a…did he? Wait, when did it happen!? Was it when he was near when someone used an air horn? Did that block the sound of the splatter?

He knows they aren't lying and he hates that since no one would joke about this, he knows they wouldn't lie to him about something this serious. He…doesn't know what to think about this, Shelly looks awful as if she's been crying a lot which he assumes she's been doing while working on the machines. He feels horrible for not knowing, even more so when he realizes he had asked Shelly about Vee..did she see it happen? Was she there? He hopes not, he hopes Shelly didn't see someone die in front of her…he hopes no one has to.

Dandy stays silent, he's not sure how he feels now. Emotions are weird to him, he's not sure what he's feeling about this…he feels bad of course! But he isn't sure if he wants to cry or just not say anything. He doesn't know, he knows he won't comfort Shelly since he's horrible at that but would make him seem like he doesn't care? Would it make him a bad friend? Wait- does it look like he doesn't care about Vee’s death? He does care, he's just not sure if he's expressing it..is he? 

He's going to miss Vee, he's going to miss her sarcastic tone, and he’s going to miss the games of trivia she would host once every Blue Moon…he's going to miss her.

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This was incredibly ridiculous, so very…why is he doing this again?

He's climbing the damm shelf for a singular plushie, all of this for one. He told himself repeatedly that he would only have the Shelly and no more but nooo he's here three weeks later trying to get the Vee version so the Shelly plush would have a friend- YES HE KNOWS IT'S A DUMB THOUGHT PROCESS. Honestly, he's surprised it took him a while to find a Vee plush yet again she was popular among the kids when Gardenview was still open..oh, it's been way too long since the place was open.

Dandy knows it's lucky that he got this floor early into this quick run and the twisteds here being Razzle and Dazzle along with Rodger, makes this whole taking the plushies a lot easier. What isn't good is that both are near the shelf he's currently climbing, he's not sure if falling would wake up the twins and he's not willing to find out the answer to that so he's gonna keep climbing and trying to reach the plush so he can leave. He hopes he doesn't slip accidentally.

His fingers hurt from trying to get a grip on the wood but it's all good, he's at the top or close enough for his arm to grab the plush now. The question Dandy has is how is he going to get down from this, is he going to drop the plush? That sounds a bit mean actually but he can't exactly climb down with one hand unless he decides to carry the plush in his mouth which sounds…gross, really gross. He's not sure how that one child carried their plush in their mouth, he remembers their parents trying to gently pull it out but the kid was very stubborn. 

…He threw her- HE THREW HER!? Dandy why did you just throw her?! It does make things easier for him and he can see where she went but it felt mean to just fling the plush into the distance, he's really glad they don't make a squeaking sound… he's not going to imagine that down. He needs to get down now which isn't going to be an issue, he hopes? It should be easier to get down shouldn't it, just do it carefully and he should be perfectly fine. Yeah, he’ll be fine..as long as he doesn't slip.

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He's back in his room, staring at the new and only addition on his bed. Yes, he did slip off the shelf and land on the carpet. No, he's not gonna talk about it.

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She looks dumb. Okay, Dandy feels bad..? For saying that but it's true! The floppy antennas don't help his case about the Vee plush looking a bit dumb in an endearing way, they're like limp noodles and he finds it funny. Maybe he can fix it- nevermind, he's not going to add anything in them since he doesn't want to risk poking his eyes out, is that why the antennas are like that so no one would get hurt? He's not sure. 

Getting the Shelly plush didn't help with the nightmares that much but they did help him sleep easier, he guesses it's due to having something to cuddle again that makes it easy to sleep again…he misses Pebbles but it's alright. Now he has two of them which might help? Probably not by a lot but it's nice to have them actually, he misses his friends too much some days which ruins his whole mood for a while but now he has these plushies! 

…He needs a nap, he's going to take a nice nap with the only plushies he's ever going to get and that's final. No more after this, he can't keep getting other things besides supply on his runs, so yes this is the last time.

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“GET RID OF THAT THING!”

“Ma’am, you need to-”

“DO NOT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! THAT THING HURT MY CHILD!”

“We understand but-”

“NO! MY KID GOT HURT BY THAT-”

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There's yelling again, it's damped behind the doors that he's standing outside of but it doesn't help that much since it's so loud, he…hates it. He doesn't like overhearing it, makes it feel like he's eavesdropping when he isn't but he has to wait for his Handler to pick him up from the office, he hopes it's soon. He's not the one they're talking about, he knows that much but he was there for the accident that happened and they needed his side of the story to decide what decision they should make.

Was it an accident? No. Dandy said it was so they wouldn't do anything bad, he lied to them and he knows it's a bad thing to do especially to Them but he doesn't care right now, he can worry about it later. He's worried, he's so worried about what's gonna happen after this, what choice they're going to make, are they going to get rid of them? He hopes not, he hopes they don't do anything bad but a child got hurt from this and that's wrong but…Dandy doesn't want to think about this now, he just wants his Handler to get here now.

The one-sided yelling match has gotten worse, scratch that another voice started yelling back. He wants to leave but he has to wait here for his Handler since… it's just something he has to do. Could he leave by himself? Yes. Would he get in a lot of trouble if he did it? Also yes, it's not worth the trouble if he just was to wait a bit…even if it could take a long time. How long is it going to take for him to get here? Dandy doesn't know, he just wants to be out of this place before the yelling gets worse. 

Could someone please just come and get him-

“Bark!”

Wait what- OH

Dandy immediately crouched down and opened his arms, Pebbles instantly ran up to him and leaped into them. He held Pebbles close, so very close. Dandy doesn't care if Pebbles weighs a lot, he's always going to carry him around even if his arms hurt. He's so terrified for Pebbles, he hurt a child today and there are going to be consequences for that but he didn't mean to! He knows he didn't mean to cause that much harm…but that won't help the fact Pebbles bit somebody. 

“Dandy, what happened.”

Oh, that's why Pebbles was here, His Handler finally came to pick him up but he assumed he wanted to know the story as well.

“Pebbles bit a kid, it was an accident I swear-”

“I think we both know it wasn't.”

“...it was.”

Dandy didn't look at his Handler, he knows it's rude to not make eye contact when someone is talking to him but Dandy also knows he's a bad liar so he's going to look at Pebble's face while they talk, this might end up with him being in trouble later on. He doesn't care, he's just happy Pebbles seems fine at the moment…he hopes it stays like that-

“You're hurt Dandy, there's a piece missing from one of your petals.”

Oh, right…that.

“...he didn't mean to hurt the kid that badly…”

“This means the family of the kid is also in trouble”

Wait what-

“I don't think they would be happy to know The Star of the show got hurt due to parents not watching their child as they ignore one of the rules we have printed on a poster.”

“...Oh, do you think Pebbles will stay?”

Dandy said quietly, he still didn't look away from his loyal bud. Not yet at least, he's just scared of the answer he’ll get but what he didn't expect for his Handler to simply pat his head for a split second, remove his hand, and stay silent. That didn't help his nerves but it felt nice. 

“You should put Pebbles down, I know he's heavy and we don't want you hurting yourself now.”

“It's fine! He's not that heavy!”

Pebbles isn't that heavy, he can carry his bud just fine…only for a minute or two until his arms start to hurt but he can still carry him! And he always will.

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He needs to run faster.

Dandy needs to run, he needs to get this twisted to lose sight of him but he can't. There's always another one around the corner ready to chase and then he gets seen again, it's just a cycle of running and getting tired. He's so tired of running, his legs hurt, and so do his lungs, overall his body just aches from everything he's done. He needs to finish this floor to get off this forsaken floor, he wants to leave.

Pebbles, oh Pebbles…his bud tried his best to help this floor but it's simply too much for him to distract. He can distract almost everything fine…it's just the combo of Shelly, Vee, and his clone that makes it impossible to distract by himself. Dandy can't help since he's the only one left to do the machines now… They’re the only ones left alive. It's alright, it's perfectly okay, Dandy just needs to run a bit more so lose the twisteds, and everything will be fine.

His arms hurt, but he does not care the slightest bit. He's been carrying Pebbles for almost the whole floor, he's been carrying his bud who's injured badly and he will continue to do it for as long as he can. Does it make him slower? Yes. Do his arms hurt? Yes. Does he care? No, he does not. He's going to keep doing this, he's going to finish this floor so both of them can get out alive, he has to…he doesn't want to lose them as well.

They're gaining on him, Shelly’s Twisted as always fast…paired with Vee does not help. Can he…he doesn't want to leave Pebbles but he might have to. Dandy knows Pebbles can do the machines, it takes a while but he can do them…the last few are near the elevator and the twisteds don't stay near there for too long. Is he going to leave Pebbles alone? He might have to since if he had to choose between him and Pebbles to leave this floor alive, he would never choose himself.

That's the plan he guesses, leave Pebbles near the elevator and use an air horn to lead the twisteds away from his bud. He can do this, he can lead them away for the other to live, He- 

“Buddy stay still please-”

Dandy said softly to the rock as it started to move a lot in his arms, it's almost as if Pebbles read his mind and this was his way of showing his disagreement. What the flower toon didn't expect was Pebbles to leap out of his arms and bark to attract the attention of the twisteds towards him, to say Dandy was horrified would be an understatement. He couldn't even bring out the air horn to use it before Pebbles ran away from him while being chased, he needed to follow, he didn't want them to die. 

“PEBBLES! DON’T LEAVE-”

The sound of a splatter echoed throughout the floor while Dandy shouted.

Nononnononopleaseno-PLEASE NOT AGAIN PLEASE

He just stood there, not moving at all as he tried to process what happened and why it happened. Dandy didn't- couldn't think- he felt like he couldn't breathe at all, as if his lungs stopped working this moment-

Something saw him. He can hear it running towards him and he can't move, he doesn't want to move. He…would he see his friends if he doesn't run? Would Pebbles hate him if he were to stay still and let himself become a splatter of ichor on the ground? He knows Astro won't be happy, would he care? Probably. But if he doesn't move then he feels like Pebbles dying was for nothing and…he doesn't know what to do now. 

He should move, he should run-

Ah, he sees teeth-

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A loud crunch echoed through the floor and something hit the floor before another splatter was heard. 

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Don't bite a twisted ever, it leaves a horrible taste in your mouth.

The first thing Dandy did when he came back from the run was try to get the horrible taste out of his mouth. He brushed his teeth so many times but it was still there, he also drank a lot of pop which didn't help and only made him feel slightly nauseous afterwards. He tried many things but the taste of corrupted ichor would not leave the back of his throat, it felt like he glued the taste where he couldn't reach it. 

After that whole ichor ordeal, he gave up trying to get the taste out and just did his usual routine of changing clothes, putting supplies where they had to go, and getting some rest after that. Dandy missed his room whenever he went on a supply run, he missed it more now that he has something to return to, it's the plushies. He misses the plushies. Would he sound crazy if he were to say the only thing he missed from his room was his bed and plushies? Probably. 

Speaking of plushies…he brought more. He might have a problem now, does he care? Yes…not really actually. He brought the plush form of his bud! It's so adorable! He can't help but smile at the face of it, reminding him of the real deal with how it looks even if it looks a bit more chunky but that's perfectly fine. Dandy knows it's not the real Pebbles but maybe it'll help him sleep better alongside the other two plushies he has on his bed, he's never going to tell anyone about this when he figures out how to bring them back.

He still needs to figure out what to do with the smaller versions of the plushies, he doubts he can bring them along with him since he can easily lose them or they will get stained by the ichor that's around the floors…he’s slipped on those puddles way too many times. Honestly, he might just leave them on the table since he doesn't know what to do with them but it's nice to just have them he will admit. 

Dandy can do that later, he's too comfortable on his bed right now to do anything that requires him to get on and walk around. He feels that at some point he's going to be surrounded by the plush version of his friends one day, what a weird thought he has before he goes to sleep, he wonders how long it'll take before he caves in and goes to take another plush from the merchandise floors, probably not that long. He needs to figure out what's the best way to arrange them if he plans to get more, he wouldn't want to run out of room now.

He can think about it when he wakes up, he's going to take a long nap while holding Pebbles…he misses his bud. Dandy doesn't ponder on those thoughts before bringing the plush closer and nuzzling his cheek against the soft fabric of the plush, yet another difference between this and the real thing. He's going to ignore the fact that it's soft and get some rest now, it's been a long week.

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Lon story short, I’m gonna be on hiatus because my main device that had my passwords and all that fuckijg died on me and I do not for the life of me remember my passwords so my google docs is like in the graveyard rn

I also just remebered my ao3 password rn

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Laughter was what Dandy heard as he walked into the kitchen. It was always a lively area in the afternoon with many toons coming and leaving but the ones who were the source of it were Cosmo and Sprout. Of course Goob would come in and try to sneak a baked good bypassed either of them but the four craft would always get caught, sometimes tootle would be the one to sneakily take some cookies before rerunning away, they never realized she was there until it was too late. 

It was nice, even if Dandy himself never fully went in and mostly stayed at the sidelines watching them hang out among themselves. He only joined them when one of the Handlers told him to see if there was anything out of place, he knew what they meant and he never told them what they wanted to know. It was weird why they were sometimes against the two bakers hanging out with each other, maybe it had to do something with the parents complaining.

Baking is very messy, it’s something the flora base toon has learned whenever he joins them in baking…he doesn’t really enjoy the feeling of dough sticking to his hands. How do Cosmo and Sprout make it seem so effortlessly easy, it’s not. It’s not easy at all, Dandy learned that the hard way. Maybe it's due to them having more experience with baking than Dandy does, Dandy never did something like this before they came into his life.

Yet again he’s seen the strawberry toon leave whole egg shells in batter before, the crunch was not a good surprise when biting into a soft cookie. He wonders if it was done on purpose or if it was simply forgotten, egg shells are hard to miss when you're not paying attention…yeah sometimes the bakers are too caught up in their conversations and that happens. Dandy won't lie and say it wasn’t funny seeing Shelly’s Handler eat a baked good, hear that crunch and force a smile as she tells Sprout it was very good. 

Ah, it seems a bag of something decided to ’attack’ them…he’s not sure if it's flour or powdered sugar that’s on all three of them, they all look like they tried to fight it and lost horribly, they all look dumb.

“SPROUT!”

“I'M SORRY, THE BAG SLIPPED!!”

“I-…WE ONLY NEEDED A LITTLE?!?”

“…Right…”

“…Sprout-“

Dandy can’t help but start laughing at this situation, it should not be funny at all and yet he’s laughing while Sprout is being lightly scolded by Cosmo. He’s going to have to clean himself up when he returns to his room, he wonders how his Handler will react to this? Oh! He’s definitely going to tell Astro about this.

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 There’s a cup of pudding, he’s sitting on the floor in a corner and all of a sudden a cup of pudding gently gets placed next to him. He knows why it’s there and who put it there, it’s more obvious when the toon that made it quietly sits next to him in silence…Dandy wishes they sat closer but he can’t complain about that now. The pudding looks good, he knows it’ll taste good but he makes no movement to pick it up, he just stares at it…is this rude? 

He knows why it’s here, he knows why they’re sitting next to him…he knows why but he still won’t pick it up, it’s tempting to but he won’t not yet at least. Should the flower start a conversation? It didn’t go well last time actually so he might scratch that out. The silence is awkward, it’s not the type of silence he usually has when he’s sitting next to Astro, at least when that happens it’s comfortable but right now there’s tension in the air.

It’s an apology. He knows why Sprout is saying sorry for, Dandy just feels like he shouldn’t be doing this. Sure the strawberry said some….things that he didn’t like to hear but Cosmo died, Cosmo died and well he was Sprouts closest friend…that would cause some things to go towards the negative side. He knows that the words weren’t….they had some truth to them actually, maybe that’s why they hurt when he heard them.

“I’m sorry, I am so sorry”

At least the silence got broken, should he respond? What would Dandy even say? Uhm…

“It’s fine-“

“No.”

“…No…?”

He picked up the cup before shoving a spoonful of the desert into his mouth so he didn’t have to talk anymore…was it rude? maybe but one thing he knew was that the pudding was good, it’s very good actually. Maybe he should talk to Sprout but he doesn’t really have the social energy for a whole emotional talk at the moment, he’s also sure the other toon doesn’t want to as well, not now at least, maybe later they’ll talk about it.

Dandy silently scoots closer to the strawberry before leaning onto their side, he just waits for a while to see if the other pushes them off or something but he doesn’t, Sprout simply pulls Dandy closer with one hand and rests said hand on his shoulder. It’s warm, it’s comfortable, and the flower toon keeps eating the desert he’s been holding for a while, should he be eating it in the position he is? Probably not. Does he care? No, not at all, he’s comfortable.

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He hates blackouts, it’s so hard to see and it takes Pebbles a while to gather the twisteds since it’s so dark but no one blames his bud for it, it’s dark and the twisteds can appear from any side honestly. he isn’t sure how many there are or who’s on the floor with them which puts him on edge a bit more especially if he’s clueless if there a long range attacker like Scraps or Goob, Dandy hopes there isn’t, he doesn’t like them- correction he doesn’t like the twisted versions.

Doing machines is nice, if you ignore the fact you can die any moment if there’s one of them loose. Shelly’s encouragement is always nice to hear, he sometimes gets embarrassed when he replies with a “You too!” by accident which he hopes never gets brought up in a conversation, he avoids her for a floor or two before talking to her again.

The sound the machine makes after being completed is always satisfying to hear in his opinion, he just has to wander around blind for another one now…not ideal, sometimes Dandy wishes he could glow in the dark like-…..don’t there now he misses Astro and Vee. Maybe Dandy can look out the window behind him to see if he can see a glowing red dot in the distance, it’s a fifty-fifty that he’ll actually see one but it never hurts to try…he’s procrastinating walking in the dark.

Oh! He sees Sprout on the other side of the window, seems to be running from something? …he might’ve jinxed the floor by thinking of the craft siblings earlier because that is a twisted Scraps he sees chasing Sprout, he needs to go out there and help-

SPLATT

…There is ichor on the window.

There is so much ichor on the window.

“….Sprout….?”

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“What do you think of this Seedly?”

Dandy was talking to the plushy as if it could join his one sided conversation, is he losing it? Yeah, he named the Sprout one after his last name…he’s actually been doing this with the others as well since he doesn’t wanna call them by his friends first names no matter how close they look to the real deal. Maybe he’s been by himself for too long now.

How did Dandy go from having one of these stuffed toys to having almost all of them, he would still do it if he went back in time though. Have they helped with his horrendous sleep schedule? Absolutely not! Do they help him fall asleep easier? Yes, surprisingly. He wonders if he would be able to keep having these a secret if-..When the others come back, probably since no one would ever break into his room. 

“…They look edible?”

He said in a concerned tone as he looked over at the plush staring at him, right. He was trying to bake something, he doesn’t even remember what he was trying to make actually, it does not look good…he’s still going to eat it though, can’t have anything go to waste after all. The bakers would probably have taken the tray and thrown what was knit if they were to see his creation, would probably get an earful about following the recipe so it doesn’t happen again. 

“How did you make it look so easy”

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“Uh huh, right book I should just follow the book-“

Dandy was rudely interrupted by his own coughing, he kinda forgot he had catched something for the past week now. Being sick isn’t fun, he’s not sure when or how he would’ve catched a cold or whatever he has but it’s annoying waking up feeling under the weather, he can’t simply stay in his bed until it goes away since he has many things to do. He doesn’t really but he just hates being alone in a place by himself. 

The flower hopes whatever he has passes soon and that it doesn’t escalate to anything else other than some minor coughing and just feeling a bit more tired. He should clean up the mess he made in the kitchen even if it is small, it’s weird seeing the kitchen so…clean? No, it’s empty. It’s devoid of any past laughter or warmth it used to hold…he misses that so dearly. 

He gently takes Seedly Off the count he had placed it on, he holds it as if it would break with one wrong move but he knows it won’t. Dandy stares at the plush, it doesn't have a heartbeat, it doesn’t have any warmth coming from it, and it doesn’t talk to him like Sprout did. He misses him, he misses his friends, he misses all the toons even if he had disliked some of them in the past. 

“I’m tired Seedly, I’m so very tired of this all”

…He’s tired of being alone.

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He should stop, he needs to stop but he can’t. He wants to but the back of his mind yells at him to do it over and over and over again. This isn’t healthy, this is not normal. He doesn’t even know how or when this started but he knows he needs to stop, it hurts. It hurts but maybe it’s the pain he likes or maybe it’s the taste of ichor he gets from it, the taste calms the voice in his head,

Dandy doesn’t know when he started biting himself, it started small and all of a sudden he was biting down into his arm with enough force for ichor to spill out. He just didn’t know how he ended up like this, it doesn’t help that he’s still sick. Is he sick or something more unusual happening to him, maybe it’s the sickness making him do this or maybe he’s lost his mind…Astro wouldn’t be happy with this new habit.

He should focus back on what he was doing and also bandage the palm that he bit into. The black is just a sharp contract compared to the color of his skin- no, not now. He needs to do machines before a twisted walk around the corner and starts to chase him which would be bad, he can’t see. It’s pitch black, it’s a blackout caused by a Brightney since he saw the red light faintly glow in the distance before,

There’s also something else, he doesn’t know yet…he’s more tired than usual. A nap sounds good to him now, he should take one when he goes back but that won’t be a long while since he has a run to do. Just take it one at a time Dandy, walk around cautiously while looking for a red light and do the machine, and then just repeat until the panic timer starts and run back…you have done this before and you can keep doing this.

Shouldn’t be too hard, it’s just Brightney and two other twisteds. He should be fine as long as he is careful of his surroundings, he can do this. Just do the machines, don’t mess up, do not get attacked, get to the elevator, and he should be fine but there’s an uneasy feeling that tells him otherwise. he just hopes he doesn’t run into any boxes or walls, he also doesn’t want to trip in anything…he hopes he doesn’t stumble across a Rodger or Razzle and Dazzle in the dark.

Just look for a glowing red dot in the distance, you can do this Dandy. Avoid them as much as you possibly can and run away if you get seen, he wants to hurry up. It should not be hard to see a small glowing red light in the pitch darkness of this floor, it should be easy…maybe it’s taking longer than usual since he’s hesitant about going out there. He’s never liked blackouts, he disliked them even more after the incidents.

Now is not the time to think about those incidents. Just focus on your task at hand…he sees a small red dot in the distance, bingo! Now he just needs to make his way over there and-

Oh….Oh no- FUCK-

It’s Scraps, it’s Scraps in a damn blackout. Dandy grabbed the plastic cup that had latched itself into his arm and ripped it off of him before starting to run, it hurt. Of course it hurt, he yanked it off his arm with force and now he can feel the ichor slowly moving down his arm, he has to keep running. He needs to get off this floor as fast as possible, he doesn’t want to die here, he doesn’t want to be in the pitch black with one of the craft siblings, he needs to run.
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Lavender is want Dandy has been smelling for the past couple of weeks, he knows the slouch of it and it doesn’t bother him at all but sometimes it makes him feel tired and then he wants to take a nap on the wooden floor but that isn’t ideal since it would mess up the sleep schedule They had given him. He likes the scent of lavender when it doesn’t make him tired.

Lavender is what people would think his new friend smells like but in reality it’s the blanket that has the floral scent. It always gets washed with something that smells like the purple flower when it gets dirty, his friend always hides when the blanket gets taken away to be cleaned, he can never find him until afterwards but that’s fine! If his new friend needs space then he won’t disturb him when they need some alone time.

He wouldn’t be a good friend if he were to force Astro to always hang out with him when he doesn’t want to, oh yeah his name is Astro, isn't that cool! He and Astro spend most of their time looking at the stars or reading any books they can sneak away from Them. The both of them already read the ones that were for them but they needed more so they could pass the time.

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He hated blackouts, the flower was one to never like darkness without some source of light at least, it made him feel uncomfortable? Maybe he was scared and didn’t realize or maybe he simply couldn’t feel comfortable in darkness. He doesn’t know, he just hates it when they descend into a floor and then the lights go out all of a sudden, he’s also sure the others also don’t like it either.

If only he had stuck near someone on this floor but no, they need to do the machines fast so they can leave sooner and also Dandy doesn’t want Pebbles to distract that much since his poor bud always seems to run into boxes or walls when it’s dark which ends up with him getting hurt and Dandy doesn’t want that. So he just wanders in the dark hoping to walk or run past someone while he’s doing a machine.

The flower did pass Shelly earlier but he waved at her and she waved back before going back to the machine she was doing beforehand, he wasn’t sure if she would’ve seen him in the darkness but she did and he continued walking around for another machine in case they were missing another one. Maybe he should go back to where she was, he wouldn’t be alone then-

Blue light, why is there blue light in the distance? Oh, Astro is near!

“Astro!”

Dandy said as he ran towards the moon, He didn’t expect to find him in the darkness but it also isn’t hard to find Astro since he glows a bit when it’s dark but he’s glad nevertheless that he found his best friend.

“Ah, hello Dandy…were you looking for machines?”

“I am, I saw Shelly doing one earlier and was going around seeing if there’s anymore before heading back, is there any more?”

“No, I checked near Pebbles but there wasn’t any unfinished ones…I think we got them all”

“That’s good, glad to see your…hmm doing well?”

Astro smiled softly at Dandy, they both knew neither of them were doing that well. They were injured but they were fine, they did tell Sprout earlier to focus on Pebbles since it was dark and no one wanted the dog to die here. they’ll be fine, Pebbles is distracting which means they should be safe to wander around freely as long as they don’t go to where Pebbles was.

He could still smell the lavender faintly, of course the scent isn’t as strong as it used to be but it was still there in the blanket…it was fading slowly though. Astro see,ed a bit sad at the thought of the familiar scent slowly disappearing but they were fine with it as long as nothing happened to the blanket he would be fine. Maybe Dandy should check Their office when they go back, maybe there’s some leftover lavender soap hidden…maybe.

Something red caught the attention of the flower, it’s in the distance so they should be fine-wait what RED?!? No no nonono, who is it- who lost interest Pebbles…oh this is horrible-

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Astro hasn’t realized it yet, they need to run, they need to leave.

Without saying a word Dandy grabbed one of Astros hands from under his blanket and started to run some random direction, he knows Astro doesn’t like it when someone grabs him by one of his arms without asking but he hopes he’ll forgive him after they get away from whatever is chasing them. He hopes Astro has picked up on what’s happening.

Dandy turns his head to look at the twisted before realizing it stop chasing them but hasn’t lost sight of them, why is it just standing there- No oh no, please don’t tell him it’s who he thinks it is- NONONONO

He needs to pull Astro forwards, he has-

SPLATTER

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Astro?

….Astro?

…..Astro….?

“ASTRO-“

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He…

He-he oh stars…

There’s ichor in his mouth, he can taste it. It’s on him, it’s in his face, it’s in his clothes, it’s in his mouth. He can feel the way the ichor makes his cloth stick to his skin, it’s uncomfortable…it’s disgusting. The ink-like taste is in his mouth, it’s in the back of his throat, it’s bitter, it’s horrible…he hates it. His best friend's blood is in his throat, it’s on his skin, it clings to his skin and a question comes to his head, will it stain him? He feels like it has already…he has tasted his blood and he feels mortified.

He wants to throw up, he wants to scratch at his throat until he forgets about this, he wants the flavor gone. He wants to scrub his skin with a rough sponge until it breaks, he wants to scrub his skin until it’s red and angry, he doesn’t want…he doesn’t want his blood on him. He wants to wake up from this nightmare, it’s not a nightmare and he knows it. He hates this, he wishes it was him inste-

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Dandy can feel the weight of someone hugging him, it’s tight but not tight to the point he can’t breathe..it’s nice, it’s comforting, he…he likes it. It makes him think of other things. He can also feel someone else holding his left hand in theirs, rubbing the back side of his hand gently, oh so gently as if he’s going to shatter under them…he feels like he might.

There’s a weight leaning on his leg, he knows who it is, he knows who’s holding him and who’s rubbing his hand. He knows these toons, he wants to cry but he won’t let himself cry. He doesn’t deserve that, he could’ve prevented the death, he could’ve pulled Astro in front so it wouldn’t have gotten him but no. He was too oslow to do any of that, he failed his best friend.

It would’ve been better if it was him-

“…It wasn’t your fault Dandy, it wasn’t your fault okay.”

Oh

Oh…

What a silly sentence, so silly that it made him cry. He knows he is, he can feel the way his tears stream down his face and how they soak into the shoulder of the toon hugging him. He knows that he couldn’t have done anything to save him but he feels like he could’ve…it’s warm, it’s warm and cold…was he cold? Dandy should stop thinking about it, just focus on them…focus on the people in front of him now. He doesn’t want to afford to lose more of them, he can’t lose them.

He still feels like something is stuck in his throat, the nausea is still there settling in his gut, and he feels like he wants to scream and cry until he passes out on the cold floor but he can’t, not now. He needs to stop crying and focus, they need him and he needs them. He cannot afford for them to die next, he simply can’t. He can cry later in his own room, he can let everything out in his own room by himself where no eyes can see him…just how it’s always been.

…the hug is nice, he doesn’t want to push them away just yet, maybe he can let himself indulge in their touch for a while before composing himself back, just for a bit and he does. Dandy buries his face into their shoulder, he doesn’t want to spill his emotions here or in front of them…he doesn’t want to feel vulnerable now. The toon just starts to gently stroke his petals, they’re so gentle and soft with the touches…he doesn’t deserve it.

“…Thank you”

Is what Dandy softly mumbles out loud, he isn’t sure if he’s loud enough or not. He just decides to let himself enjoy the hy and the hand holding for a minute or so before he goes back to being his usual self. He needs to pull himself together, emotions are such weird things that he sometimes wishes he didn’t have but without them he wouldn’t be able to grieve for his friends on the floor of his room.
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The loud noise coming from the machine jolted Dandy awake, oh stars he felt groggy, amd oh so tired and-

Wait

When did he fall asleep, he was doing a machine and then…oh no, Nononono don’t tell Dandy it’s what he thinks it is…oh he hopes it’s not, he can’t deal with it after that..dream-no calling it a dream wouldn’t even…a memory, something of the past that Dandy will never forget. He doesn’t like remembering the past or…the incidents, their deaths.

Snap out of it, he needs to leave before the twisteds come and start to chase him again, one more hit and he will go splat. At least his leg is alright, guess he should be glad Scraps didn’t go for the leg and latched onto his arm instead…it does hurt when he turns the valve though but nothing a bit of ignoring the pain can’t help-

He hears footsteps, heavy ones not the ones of common twisteds and such and….he hears a familiar sound creeping nearer and nearer, louder with each passing second.

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It’s too late to run and he knows it, it’s the dark…and also the fact he’s in a corner. He sees the twisted, it’s in front of him and…oh, it’s a face that haunts his dreams. It’s the face of someone who’s been long dead and a corrupted version of them stand in front of him, the familiar shades of blue but no glow, there is never any source of light with this twisted. It’s Astro, he should’ve guessed it not that he thinks about it, it makes sense he’s been tired.

But why isn’t it attacking, yes it’s creeping closer but it acts as if it hasn’t spotted him yet. Why isn’t it getting aggressive, it’s right near him. Dandy watches as the ichor disappears from the machine he was working on before looking up at the much taller twisted, has it time blind? Why is it acting as if he’s not there, he is there. He’s not getting attacked, he isn't getting scratched or pulled at…he’s…fine or will he is besides the still bleeding wound in his arm.

He would’ve prefer if it killed him-

…what is happening!? Scraps finally ran to the machine but he’s still being ignored…why? Why? Why!? Why now! It doesn’t make sense, they’re treating him if he isn’t here or as if he’s-….as if…oh..oh no please no…PLEASE NO-

He doesn’t want to become one, he doesn’t, it should be possible at all but…what if it’s true. What if…no. Do not go there Dandy, DO NOT THINK ABOUT THIS DANDICUS DANDIFER! He needs to leave, he needs to get off this forsaken floor and go back up. He just…needs to see something that will confirm his suspicions, his stupid suspicions that won’t be true but he will still check to ease his mind.

He needs to get back.
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Peaceful.

If the flower had to say how that floor went then it would be peaceful until the last second. They all ignored him, they walked past him when doing machines and he walked past them with caution in case they were to change their minds at the last second and start chasing him but it never happened. He doesn’t know how to feel, maybe it was a fluke, a one time thing but an uneasy feeling in his gut tells him otherwise.

He’s still sick and maybe finally kicking the bucket that contains his sanity due to the voice in his head demanding ichor…he’s ashamed to say he licks his open wound twice. He should’ve felt disgusted and wrong but he didn’t, quite the opposite and Dandy knows it’s not normal but he doesn’t know what to do with this weird unhealthy behavior.

He should treat the injury and sleep. Sleep will help him with these issues, that’s a lie but he doesn’t want to think about this now. Future Dandy can deal with them when he wakes up but for now the flower will go get a medkit, clean himself up and head straight to bed where his plush companions await for him. He can do this, just one step at a time.

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Fuck.

Nononononono

WHY ARE HIS EYES RED-

Why are his eyes that used to be black nor the same bright red that the twisteds have. This shouldn’t be possible! A toon doesn’t become twisted! They die and the stay dead! But nooo here Dandy is with new eyes staring at him…these aren’t his eyes, they aren’t his eyes…his are black like everyone else- did the others have black eyes? Or were they colored….he doesn’t remember

He did everything he was going to do and he was getting ready for bed and then he looked in the mirror that he honestly forgets he even owned that’s in his room, and such a nice surprise awaited for him in the form of his eyes being a completely different color! He…is this why he craves ichor? Is he becoming like one of them? Is the voice in his head an actual thing and not something he made up to for,met himself?

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He has too many questions and no answers. He has no one to ask for help but himself, he should just go to bed. His eyes aren’t red, he’s just sleep deprived that’s all, he will wake up and see everything is fine and dandy..haha pun, Finn might’ve liked that. Dandy just needs sleep, his mind is making things up and the twisteds in the past floor were weird.

The flower lays in his bed as he hugs a plush, it’s Novelite. Yes Dandy got him before this whole fiasco, he just learned to accept that he has the marketable forms of his dead friends now. Novalite doesn’t smell like lavender, the plushie never had scents to them since They didn’t want to risk giving a child some allergic reaction since that would get them in trouble.

He’s starting to forget how the purple flower smells, the scent of lavender might haunt him forever but it’s something he can learn to live with. He knows it’s a relaxing scent that paired well with his best friend, he wonders what Astro would’ve said if he were here..what would the other say if they saw him now? They probably wouldn’t have seen him like this, he probably would’ve hidden away.

Oh well, sweet dreams to him…Hah, as if he would actually have pleasant dreams, he doesn’t deserve them anymore.