Dear Shelly, Astro, Vee, Sprout, and Bobette
Hey. Um. It’s me.
Listen, man, I’ll cut to the chase. I wasn’t a good person. I’ve done a lot of harm. Our source is ambiguous on what happened, but I remember. I won’t really go into it; if any other fictives of you guys are reading this, I’m apologizing to them too, and I don’t really want to alienate them.
the facts are this. I wasn’t thinking straight. I was scared. I was desperate. We all were.
Nothing can “undo” the harm I’ve done. What happened’s happened. Even if I did save the twisteds, I still caused them to twist in the first place. I still made them suffer. I still made you suffer. You were still roped into it. It’s all my fault.
I’m not the star of the show anymore. I hope you guys are doing okay without me; I hope you’re still trying to save the twisteds, even without me forcing you to.
I’m sorry. You don’t have to forgive me.
I miss you.
—- Dandy
(p.s. could you please save this letter for when bobette is awake? you can still read it, but at least let her read it too.)
(source is dandy’s world)
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