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Astro has been plagued with visions of doom for the past week. Something is coming, and he'll be too late once he figures out what it is. As Gardenview withers with age, an elevator to the Twisted-infested floors collapses, allowing the Twisteds to crawl out. Some toons make it to Dyle's train in time, others are left behind, and others die protecting those they love.
One of those toons, or more accurately, two: Finn and Shrimpo. Once they realise they've been left behind, the aquatic toons escape the hold of death through the Gardenview sewers and end up stranded in a forest. Cold and hungry, they start their journey to reunite with their fellow toons.
The toons that escaped on the train are now left homeless. The warmth and food of Dyle's train are temporary; They can't stay there forever, so they are forced to run from humanity. But there are too many mouths to feed. Some toons starve, some grow ill, some are abandoned.
Will Finn and Shrimpo find their friends, or die trying? How many refugee toons will survive before nature kills them one by one? Will humans find them, and will those humans help? Or will they take the toons away?
Will the survivors ever be the same again?
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31 Mar 2026
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dead hearts (fan comic ver, wip) by Anonymous for lunarleonardo
Fandoms: Dandy's World (Roblox)
29 Mar 2026
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I'm just an audience that got a bit too into that dandy's world fanfic, and have the urge to make a comic ver of it just for fun. please check out the fic plzplzplzplzplzplzplzplzplzplz
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20 Mar 2026
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Toodles could barely breathe as the Twisted holding her tucked her closer to his chest. One set of hands stayed wrapped around her midsection, his other pair of arms creating a cradle beneath her legs and rear for her to sit comfortably on. It was a surprisingly gentle gesture, considering that she felt like her heart was about to explode.
Twisted Scraps let out a long, chilling hiss, her horrible caricature of a smile curling into something more malevolent. Her tail snapped greedily, the sound instinctively making Toodles flinch.
And Twisted Astro only held Toodles protectively.--
The five Main Toons were the only Toons truly lost to the ichor operation, corrupted and mangled into twisted monsters. Many Toons thought they were a lost cause; there was no clear way to save them, if such a thing was even possible. Fighting for their own lives, many Toons have simply given up hope on them.
But, some Toons hadn't given up. Some Toons still thought saving the Twisted Mains was possible. Toodles was one of those Toons.And Toodles was the Toon who found the way to do it.
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27 Feb 2026
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Nightmare had been alone in his head for the longest time. For 500 years he was able to gain more power, a castle, a gang, and a reputation of one of the most dangerous beings in the multiverse. But when Dream had broken out of stone, someone else made themselves known, someone who should have been dead.
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Corrupted Nightmare is a parasite, and Passive Nightmare refuses to die. He does not appreciate the identity theft.
Updates when I finish chapters, no more waits. I'll just post them as I finish them.
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13 Feb 2026
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A final thought came to him.
Eventually... He would slip into his permanent drift.
Not sleep. Not death. Something slower. Quieter. A dream that never ends.
In it, perhaps, he could build the world he never had. A world untouched by betrayal, unburdened by power.
Or maybe… he’d dream of what came after. Where he no longer had to be good or wise or anything at all.
Perhaps he’d see them again there, Eternal Sugar, Mystic Flour, Burning Spice, Silent Salt; shadows of themselves, softer, kinder.
But maybe not.
It didn’t matter.
The dream would be his.
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Shadow Milk is torn between further corruption and redemption. But comfort is easy to fake. Paradise is easier to build when it’s built on lies. Maybe he’ll make his own.
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19 Jan 2026