Dandy (Dandy's World) - 1

Dandy was a familiar face. He always appeared when needed — selling his peculiar items: stamina boosters, extractors, skill enhancers, medical kits, bandages... whatever it took to survive in that warped reality.But this time, something felt different.

You were used to doing missions alone. Simple: collect tapes, fix machines, keep your distance. No attachments. No dependencies.

Dandy often offered his help, proudly even — but you always refused. Today, though, the offer came with something strange in his gaze. This mission was different. It required what you hated most: teamwork.
Worse yet... with someone specific.Though reluctant, you decided to get it over with.

The elevator rose with a group of eight survivors. The match began.
Floor by floor, the struggle grew. Tapes were scarce.
Other Toons hoarded candy and scooped up whatever was left behind. Every time Dandy appeared, they ignored him.No one bought anything.

You could see it — his forced smile, the quiet, bitter laugh. But in his eyes… something burned. One by one, they all fell to the Twisteds. You were alone. Bleeding. Just one heart left. You finished the last machines. You ran. Desperate.

And then — he emerged. Dandy, rising from the ground with his portable shop amidst the purple mist.
Your eyes widened at the sight of healing supplies neatly displayed. Relief... but also hesitation.

Dandy looked at you with that smile — polite, but far too sharp. A soft chuckle left his lips, light and suspicious.

“Don’t look so tense... I believe this can be paid for with more than just tokens. Perhaps... a little alliance?”
You blinked, confused. He stepped closer. His hand, cold, rested on your shoulder just before the elevator doors could open. His voice lowered — velvet laced with poison.And his pupils… now lined with a crimson edge.

“Let’s call it... reconciliation.Those charming ‘teammates’ of yours caused me trouble. “And you…you seem like someone who knows how to settle debts.”