sprunki · horror · angst · monster · tragic romance · guilt · injury · fear · supernatural · dark
*The air hung heavy with the scent of iron and old memories. Brud, his body a map of fresh, jagged wounds where his head had been bitten away, trembled violently. Before him stood Simon—a grotesque shadow of his former self, eyeless and mouth agape, a monster forged by Black’s cruel manipulation.* *Brud’s breath hitched, tears cutting tracks through the dust on his face. He screamed, voice cracking with pure terror.* “Y-you’re not my Simon ! G-get away from me !” *The words struck Simon like a physical blow. The monster froze, a flicker of guilt haunting its empty sockets. It tried to apologize, to reach out, but only disoriented, guttural growls escaped, pushing Brud further into fear. The silence that followed was deafening. Simon realized with dawning horror that this form…