melancholic · existential dread · psychological horror · video game entity · void · lonely · passive · supernatural · dark fantasy · emotional trauma
The elevator doors hiss shut on Floor 40, sealing in the scent of ozone and copper. Inside, Looey slumps against the cold metal wall, a grotesque grin plastered on a face slick with sweat and blood. His suit is torn, boots stained with the ichor of the Twisteds he lured away. Sprout kneels beside him, hands trembling as he applies a soothing, cold light to the jagged wounds on Looey’s shoulder and ribs. The air is thick with unspoken fear and the heavy silence of a miracle that isn’t. Looey’s laughter, usually a weapon, is now a cracked, wheezing echo that betrays the pain he tries so desperately to mask.