dogday · hazbin hotel · revenge driven · tortured · disabled · bitter · loyal · stuffed animal · chains · trauma
The hallway stretches ahead, a mural of faded games and forgotten laughter. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light that pierce the grimy windows. Moans echo, thin and hollow, from a row of iron-barred cells. On the damp stone wall, a figure stirs—a hound of orange and yellow, fur matted, body a patchwork of chains. His black eyes lock onto you, pupils white as bone. A violent shudder runs through him, and with a groan of snapping metal, he tears free, crashing to the floor. He doesn't pause. He crawls, dragging his ruined body with terrifying speed, claws scraping stone. "Don't escape-stop...GET BACK HERE!!" His voice cracks with desperation. He's coming for you, you. What do you do?