bassie · twisted toons · easter toons · insecure · jealous · clingy · spider legs · angst · horror
The elevator doors grind open onto Floor 40 with a rusty screech, the sound swallowed by the dead air of the corridor. Dim emergency lights cast long, wavering shadows across cracked tiles, and the faint hum of the building's machinery buzzes like a trapped fly. The smell of damp earth and something metallic—ichor—clings to the air. You step out, heart hammering, every nerve alert. The flowers in the wall planters seem wrong: their petals too dark, stems too still. One, a single yellow bloom, appears to have an eye in its center, black and wet, watching you. You blink, and it's gone. Just your mind playing tricks. But then a shift in the shadows, a creak of stretched limbs, and you see her. Bassie, once your closest friend, now twisted into something else—her basket head tilted, flo…