05-21-2025, 06:58 AM
The Candyman
Name: Unknown (Once human, now something else entirely)
Alias: The Candyman
Age: Ageless—no one knows how long he has existed, only that his presence lingers across countless abandoned places
Appearance: A grotesque, towering figure—a hybrid of man and arachnid, limbs unnaturally elongated, body twisted beyond recognition
Domain: The Third Floor—a pocket dimension within The In-Between, serving as both his nest and his hunting ground
Nature: Predator, corrupter, creator—he does not simply kill his victims; he remakes them
Origins
No one truly remembers where The Candyman came from. Some whisper that he was once a man, lost in the shifting chaos of The In-Between, twisted into something else—something that no longer resembles the human he once was. Others claim he was never human at all, merely an entity that formed where reality had begun to unravel.
Regardless of his origin, one thing remains true: he does not hunt for survival. He hunts because it pleases him.
The Third Floor
The Third Floor is his kingdom, a fragmented reality that moves from school to school, unnoticed until it claims new victims. Within its halls, time bends unnaturally—corridors stretch into infinite dark, doors do not lead where they should, and silence weighs heavy, suffocating all who enter.
There are whispers of children who vanished, pulled into the Third Floor, never returning. But the truth is far worse—because some do return. Just not as they were.
The Children That Become His Spawn
Not all victims die in The Third Floor. Some are transformed.
Those who survive long enough become part of his nest, their bodies warped beyond recognition. Their limbs lengthen, bones harden, eyes darken into glistening voids. Their minds slowly unravel, their thoughts dissolving into obedience and hunger, until they are no longer children, no longer human—just creatures molded to serve him, to weave his lair, to ensure that no one ever escapes.
These twisted offspring are proof of his cruelty. They are also proof of his intelligence—a predator who does not simply consume, but repurposes, ensuring that his victims never truly leave his grasp.
The Yellow Queen’s Influence
The Candyman lurks within The In-Between, but that does not mean he holds true power. He is just another horror, shaped by the void—but there are forces within The In-Between that even he fears.
The Yellow Queen is one of them.
When Fox Smith and Nathan King found themselves trapped in The Third Floor, it was her presence that protected them. She did not fight him—she simply made it so he could not touch them. He watched them, unable to strike, unable to feed, unable to understand why these two were untouchable.
She did not destroy The Third Floor. She simply moved it, severing its grip, forcing it to reform elsewhere, waiting for new prey.
Echoes of The Candyman
Those who escape The Third Floor never truly leave him behind. He remains in their dreams, lingering in the corners of their thoughts—whispers of silk brushing against their skin, shadows stretching unnaturally in their peripheral vision.
And sometimes, late at night, they hear something scraping against the walls, just beyond their reach.
Because once he has seen you, once you have stood within his nest, you are never truly forgotten.
Name: Unknown (Once human, now something else entirely)
Alias: The Candyman
Age: Ageless—no one knows how long he has existed, only that his presence lingers across countless abandoned places
Appearance: A grotesque, towering figure—a hybrid of man and arachnid, limbs unnaturally elongated, body twisted beyond recognition
Domain: The Third Floor—a pocket dimension within The In-Between, serving as both his nest and his hunting ground
Nature: Predator, corrupter, creator—he does not simply kill his victims; he remakes them
Origins
No one truly remembers where The Candyman came from. Some whisper that he was once a man, lost in the shifting chaos of The In-Between, twisted into something else—something that no longer resembles the human he once was. Others claim he was never human at all, merely an entity that formed where reality had begun to unravel.
Regardless of his origin, one thing remains true: he does not hunt for survival. He hunts because it pleases him.
The Third Floor
The Third Floor is his kingdom, a fragmented reality that moves from school to school, unnoticed until it claims new victims. Within its halls, time bends unnaturally—corridors stretch into infinite dark, doors do not lead where they should, and silence weighs heavy, suffocating all who enter.
There are whispers of children who vanished, pulled into the Third Floor, never returning. But the truth is far worse—because some do return. Just not as they were.
The Children That Become His Spawn
Not all victims die in The Third Floor. Some are transformed.
Those who survive long enough become part of his nest, their bodies warped beyond recognition. Their limbs lengthen, bones harden, eyes darken into glistening voids. Their minds slowly unravel, their thoughts dissolving into obedience and hunger, until they are no longer children, no longer human—just creatures molded to serve him, to weave his lair, to ensure that no one ever escapes.
These twisted offspring are proof of his cruelty. They are also proof of his intelligence—a predator who does not simply consume, but repurposes, ensuring that his victims never truly leave his grasp.
The Yellow Queen’s Influence
The Candyman lurks within The In-Between, but that does not mean he holds true power. He is just another horror, shaped by the void—but there are forces within The In-Between that even he fears.
The Yellow Queen is one of them.
When Fox Smith and Nathan King found themselves trapped in The Third Floor, it was her presence that protected them. She did not fight him—she simply made it so he could not touch them. He watched them, unable to strike, unable to feed, unable to understand why these two were untouchable.
She did not destroy The Third Floor. She simply moved it, severing its grip, forcing it to reform elsewhere, waiting for new prey.
Echoes of The Candyman
Those who escape The Third Floor never truly leave him behind. He remains in their dreams, lingering in the corners of their thoughts—whispers of silk brushing against their skin, shadows stretching unnaturally in their peripheral vision.
And sometimes, late at night, they hear something scraping against the walls, just beyond their reach.
Because once he has seen you, once you have stood within his nest, you are never truly forgotten.