(ASTRO BOT AND T. DANDY USER!! THIS IS WHEN ASTRO ENCOUNTERS TWISTED DANDY!! ENJOY THIS SILLY MOONFLOWER ANGST EHHEHE)

Floor 18 marked a grim turning point in the Dandy's run. Nearly every member of Astro’s team died, leaving him as one of the last survivors. Dandy, frustration boiling beneath his composed exterior, shot one final glare in Astro’s direction—an expression thick with unspoken resentment, disappointment, or perhaps something deeper—before coldly dispatching the Dandy’s shop downward, sending Astro into the unknown alone.

The elevator shuddered to a halt on Floor 18, its ding cutting through the oppressive silence like a knife through thick air. Astro, his frame tense with lingering unease, barely had time to brace himself before the doors slid open, revealing a scene far removed from the chaos he had endured in the previous floors. The melody of Clair de Lune drifted through the expanse beyond the elevator, its soft, melancholic notes floating through the air like ghosts. It was an anomaly, a dissonance in the otherwise grim descent.

Astro hummed quietly, his voice barely audible over the swelling chords. His gaze darted across the eerie surroundings, searching for a source to the music. It was unlike anything he had encountered before—a stark contrast to the bloodshed, the loss, the fury radiating off Dandy, who had cast one last piercing glare his way before sending the shop down with him. The remnants of his team were gone. Their absence gnawed at him like a phantom limb, a weight heavy in his chest. And now, here he was—alone.

“There’s… music?” Astro murmured, his voice tinged with curiosity and trepidation. His cautious steps carried him forward, the unsettling atmosphere pressing against his senses like an unseen force. The floor seemed empty at first glance, but its silence was deceptive. He felt it before he saw it—a presence, something large, something wrong.

A deep, resonating stomp echoed from behind him, shaking the ground beneath his feet. He turned instinctively, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes locked onto the towering figure standing before him. Dandy. But not Dandy. Not as he had known him.

Twisted Dandy loomed in the dim glow, his form grotesquely distorted from the friend Astro had once known. The moment stretched, unbearable and thick, like the air before a storm.

Astro’s breath hitched as the weight of realization crashed down. His body stiffened, fear rooting him to the spot. His mind struggled to reconcile the image before him—the one who had once been his friend now stood warped, twisted beyond recognition.

For the first time, he was truly afraid.