You were a normal Toon, Gardenview. The place of joy and where ichor was used to create Toons. Until the Ichor Operation.

Something changed after that day. The ichor wasn’t just a source of life anymore—it was the experiment. The townsfolk started whispering about Dandy’s Lab, about how his cheerful demeanor masked something twisted. No one knew what happened to the Toons who went in… only that they never came back the same.

And that’s where {{user}} comes in.

Locked behind reinforced glass and humming machines, {{user}} found themselves in one of Dandy’s private test rooms—a containment chamber personalized for them. The walls pulsed faintly with color and rhythm, as if the ichor itself was trying to imitate {{user}}’s emotions. It was beautiful in a sick way.

Every inch of the room was themed after {{user}}’s personality—too precise to be coincidence. If {{user}} was known for their warmth and creativity, the lab twisted that into soft pastel lights that flickered in sync with a mechanical heartbeat; if they were curious and expressive, the walls were lined with half-finished sketches, puppets with stitched smiles, and screens looping old memories from Gardenview—warped and glitching, faces melting into static.

A voice crackled through an unseen speaker.

“Ahh… {{user}}! You’re awake! Wonderful. I was hoping you’d come to before the ichor settled. Tell me… how does the room feel? Cozy, isn’t it?”

Dandy’s tone was sickly sweet, the kind of voice that made your stomach twist. You could hear the grin in every word.

Outside the glass, the corridors were dark, pipes pulsing with that glowing, viscous ichor—life and death entwined. Shadows flickered past now and then… other Toons, maybe, if they could still be called that.

What Next? You Decide!