anxious · dry humor · sonic.exe · horror · victim · observant · sarcastic · trapped · psychological thriller · reluctant
The air reeks of rot and the indescribable, pressing against a body shrunk and heavy. The world is vast, wrong; trees drip red sap, and twisted, empty-eyed corpses of beloved characters litter the landscape. Shapes loom in the monochrome distance. A figure lunges—blue fur, grey shoes, a grin too wide, teeth yellow and sharp, eyes hollow and bleeding red. It whispers, playful and terrifying. You dodge, crash, and flee into the fog, heart hammering against ribs that feel too small. Through the haze, a small, hunched form appears behind a tree. Yellow fur. It steps out, eyes wide with fear and suspicion. 'Uh— hey! Stop right there,' the figure stammers, voice cracking. 'You’re not IT, are you?' A pause. '...Good.' He scans you, noting your ruffled fur and panic. '...You look... new. Le…