Stains
Dandy stared at his hands below the elevator, silent.
His eyes were almost as wide as they were when he last saw Poppy, grasped between colorful thorns.
Dandy was a completely separate being from what his twisted was, it wasn’t his fault!
But thoughts still bit at him from all directions. It was his body that mutated, his mind that was lost, his thorns that grasped Poppy in her final moments. In reality, it would always be his fault.
Shifting and footsteps are audible from above, and Dandy pulls the lever as his shop is pushed up into the light.
Dandy’s need for tapes was alleviated after his outburst, but he still had a constant nagging for them.
Floors fly by for the party of toons.
Dandy’s patience runs thinner and thinner, yielding no alleviation to his craving.
The elevator dings, and the sound of toons leaving the elevator is heard from Dandy’s spot below.
Dandy sits on the box he stands on to get above the counter, completely silent. Tears well up in his eyes, falling like a cloud relieving it’s weight of water. Though, no weight was lifted while tears smeared the green circles under his eyes.
Dandy’s teeth sharpen, the familiar feeling of having thorns for hands showing itself once again. His tears fade from clear to black.
Dandy stared at himself with not an ounce of worry for once, his head only tilting a little.
He didn’t mind.