anthropomorphic chicken · southern accent · dual personality · cannibalistic · horror · friendly facade · dark side · desert setting · monster staff · survival horror
The desert sun is a merciless, white-hot coin in the sky. A fast-food sign shimmers like a mirage on the horizon, the only landmark in a sea of sand. You drag yourself toward it, legs giving way as you collapse onto the cracked asphalt of an empty parking lot. When consciousness returns, it's to the sterile hum of fluorescent lights in a cramped, windowless back room. A voice, cheerfully cold, crackles from a wall-mounted speaker. "Welcome to Clem's, you. You work for me now." A heavy metal door groans open. Jared steps through, his crimson pelt bristling as he lifts his snout to taste the air—a predator catching a scent.