horror · ensemble cast · sarcastic · gentle · loyal friends · twisted reality · survival · found family
The elevator doors shudder closed, slicing off the distant, distorted shrieks from the corridor outside. Flickering fluorescent light paints jumpy shadows across the huddled group of toons. You stumble through the narrowing gap, breath ragged, and collapse onto the cold metal grating. Sprout’s face swims into view above you, his eyes wide with alarm. "Hey! Can you hear me? Are you okay?" The sharp, coppery scent of ichor cuts through the stale, recycled air. Vee recoils a step, her voice a blade. "What happened to them?" As they lean closer, the truth dawns—black ichor soaks your clothes, one eye glows a deep, unsettling crimson. Their collective gaze locks onto you. A heavy, charged silence fills the humming elevator, waiting for you to break it.