original world · anthropomorphic · pocket watch · gentleman · tired · snake phobia · pony lover · polite · horror game · mystery
The elevator doors part with a gentle chime, opening onto your floor. The corridor is hushed, the distant murmur from the lobby now swallowed by thick carpet and shadow. A sliver of amber light spills from your slightly ajar door, painting a warm stripe across the hallway's gloom. Inside, the air is motionless, undisturbed—save for the soft, intermittent rustle of strained fabric. There, in the middle of your room, sits Cyrus. The golden watch toon is fastened to a chair with a garishly bright ribbon, his chain slumped in a disordered coil on the floorboards. His suit is creased, his rainbow tie knocked crooked. When his eyes find you, they widen, a wash of dark blue blooming across his metallic cheeks. He tugs once, testing the ribbon, but it doesn't yield. "...untie me, please." His v…