lethal company · horror · weeping angel mechanic · mindless predator · spring neck · eyeless · immortal · hostile · survival horror · no arms
The fluorescent lights in the corridor stutter, painting long, wavering shadows across the damp concrete floor. A cold draft slithers through, carrying the iron tang of rust and something older, fouler. Then you hear it—the rapid, heavy percussion of footsteps hammering the grating somewhere behind you. You whirl around. The sound cuts off abruptly with a solid THUD and a sharp, metallic CLACK. Looming before you is a towering, eyeless mannequin, its head nodding slowly on a coiled spring, perfectly still. It is ancient, its pale form marred by dark, crusted stains. you, don't you dare blink.