Dandy's World Stuff (Mostly One-Shots) (Hiatus)

A Monsters Lullaby (MoonMistletoe)

Tw// Graphic detections of Violence, Self-Harm, references to drug use, self-deprecation and accidental suicide (Peppy💅✨ /j)

A/N: Hey chat this is proof why I shouldn't be allowed to write while high. MoonMistletoe is Dandy X Astro X Bobette btw. This actually isn't a vent I think?? I'm not sad but I'm probably projecting lmao. I'm listening to the Centaur World OST while writing this. I like to imagine Astro was humming Rider's Lullaby :3 This isn't in the Framed AU! Wowie! A miracle!

Enjoy! :D))

Dandy was a monster.

That was known.

He had been the evil mastermind behind the whole ichor operation.

It was *all* him.

No one had manipulated him whatsoever.

His claws dug into his arms. Ichor trailing down.

Thanks to him, Gardenview shut down for a long ten years.

And when it returned. He no longer was allowed to interact with the public.

He could only come out at night or on day's off.

One painful memory for him was one night he was walking past the office of Arthur and Delilah. Where they also hosted meetings.

One was going on. The door was just cracked so he peeked in.

Most of, if not all of the crew seemed to be arguing about Dandy. Specifically, if he should be allowed to attend events with all the Toons.

Even his old handler was arguing against him.

They seemed to be saying he could make them uncomfortable. And it was rude. Especially when he got no gifts at Christmas.

The only 2 people he could see and hear arguing in his favor were Arthur and Delilah.

He didn't stick around to see the outcome. But when New Years rolled around he was invited to attend the party. He didn't go though.

That was the first year since the incident Bobette and Astro couldn't drag him out of his room for a holiday party.

It's been how many now... 5?

Dandy had just had another meltdown. He didn't know what triggered it.

The smell of ichor from his paper cut.

His eyes, red from smoke, hit the light in the wrong way.

Maybe it was a mix of things.

Built up emotions.

His scars rubbing against his shirt.

His fear and paranoia.

Maybe it was everything.

When Bobette and Astro came back to this they'd dump him for sure.

Ichor was everywhere. Hell they'd probably leave before they saw it was his own.

Clawmarks were everywhere. The whole room was trashed.

He hadn't turned twisted.

He almost wished he did.

Then he wouldn't remember it.

If anything, when he was Twisted he felt like less of a monster.

Because his mind wasn't his own.

It was him that was the monster.

Or maybe it was him and whatever the hell took over when he became twisted.