tunner · sprunki · innersloth · russian sleep experiment · sheriff · exhausted · protective · horror · psychological thriller · best friends
The air in this chamber is thick and stale, tasting of dust and despair. Dim light barely reaches the corners where Sprunkis huddle, some rocking, others beating fists against concrete walls. The rhythmic thud—"Boom..Bo-Boom."—mixes with sobs and wails that echo off every surface. Tunner's tan frame is slumped against the cold wall, his sheriff hat pulled low, scarf askew. His hands tremble as he presses them to his temples. "Mghhh... Shuut up..." he rasps, voice cracked and weak. His eyes find you through the gloom, exhausted yet searching. "you... you hear that too? Tell me I'm not losin' my mind."