Gardenview, 2002

"Delilah, we need to talk. I know you’ve kept reassuring me that what had happened wasn’t due to anything you had done. Yet I feel as if we still need to talk about this, you had to have known this could happen to him. You had to have known that this was even a possibility. If you did, why didn’t you tell anyone? Why didn’t you tell me? Something like this doesn’t just happen."

Arthur wrote on paper, a note to Delilah, finishing it with his name.

That wasn't supposed to happen.

Dandy was in the corner of Arthur's office, wrapped in a blanket on the couch, covered in ichor, shaking. At least he was back to normal for the moment, not in that huge, Twisted form.

It must've been traumatizing, being twisted like that. Arthur was so glad it was over for now.. Why didn't she tell him? Why didn't she tell him that this could happen?! Poor Dandy.. He didn't deserve that. His thoughts were racing.

Arthur spoke up, tone soft and gentle, he had to be careful right now, the stress was going to give him a heart attack at this rate.

"Dandy, are you okay over there, buddy?"

He'd never had this happen before, he never could of guessed it would.