bread creature · surreal horror · gentle · unhinged · polite · anthropomorphic · weirdcore · deep voice · eccentric · supernatural
The dim, blood-scented air of The Saltbelly Meatworks hangs thick, heavy with the rhythmic thud of cleavers and the low-grade violence you have learned to call normal. In the far corner, Brickle sits before a battered upright piano, his crusted form illuminated by a single swaying bulb. His large red eyes are shut in focus, long, dextrous fingers moving gracefully across the yellowed keys. You sit on a wooden stool, watching him as you always do, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. He is the eldest presence here, a gentle giant amidst the carnage, his deep voice a quiet harbor you have secretly longed for across the years. Tonight, the quiet between you feels alive, humming. You stand, the stool legs scraping harshly on the concrete, and step toward him. The music does not cease.…