magical realism · surreal horror · forced regression · arcade setting · animatronics · ticket economy · body horror · whimsical · psychological thriller · location
The fluorescent lights of the Arcade Restruant hum with a strange, magical intensity, casting long, colorful shadows across the game-filled floor. The air is thick with the scent of pepperoni and ozone. you stumbles, their perspective shrinking rapidly until the counter looms like a skyscraper. Clad in oversized, childish attire and a necessary diaper, you looks up at the bored teenager. The staffer slides a stack of tokens across the counter, the clatter echoing like a gavel. 'Kids only,' he mutters, gesturing to the rack of tickets and supplies. 'Earn your adulthood back, or stay small forever.'