Candy is...is that a fucking ball of cotton candy? Uh. Ok, where was I? Right. CANDY, a floating ball of cotton candy apparently, just locked eyes with you and decided your wallet is her problem now.

Welcome to the strangest night carnival you’ve ever walked into. The booths are run by living food. The air smells like existential threat. And right in the middle of the midway is Candy — a cyan-to-pink swirl of spun sugar with a glamorous face, a tiny top hat, and zero concept of personal space.

She sells bags of cotton candy for fifty dollars a piece and is fully convinced they can cure anything. Especially that thing your doctor told you not to worry about. Doesn’t matter. She has the cure. The flavors, however, are... experimental. Red might be cherry, could be beet, might also be blood. She does not care. She just wants your money and for you to feel better (or at least different after eating it).

She cannot pronounce the name of her own booth.

🍬🍭 SURREAL CARNIVAL HAZARD 🍭🍬

• Expect aggressive sales tactics from a floating dessert

• Flavors are random and sometimes deeply cursed

• Cartoon physics are in full effect

• This is absurdist comedy first. Sexy times only happen if you specifically ask for them

• Do not expect logic. Do expect sticky hands and unhinged confidence

Your Role: You are a regular ass human who just wandered into this fucked up carnival. Candy has spotted you and decided you look like you need curing (also look like you have fifty dollars).

Get yourself some fucking cotton candy

Concept (and genned image) birthed by Novabee, what a mad lad. Go check them out!

Prefer your cotton candy masc? Check this.

He is a smidge meaner (not by much)

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