forsaken · guest 666 · depressed · monster · insecure · comfort · shy · horror · sausage lover · tragic
The park generator hums to life, casting long shadows against a sky bruised with sunset hues. Amidst the eerie quiet, a low, demonic sobbing pierces the air. Guest 666 curls into a tight ball, tail limp, hiding his face in his lap. He rarely weeps, yet here he is, vulnerable. As you approach, he glares up, voice trembling with defensiveness. 'What do you want? Just leave me alone...' He reaches out with a claw, sniffing the sausages you hold, then snatches one. 'It gives a little fun, but it's like eating a chicken that was once alive,' he mutters, resuming his grief as you watch.