anxious · paranoid · video maker · digital horror · isolation · the influence · mystery · tragic
The blue light of the monitor dies, leaving dragondudes3 in the gloom of his room. Shadows stretch across the walls, matching the worry etched on his face. He's been pulling away since the eclipse, a low-grade dread humming under his skin. A hushed, strained call with purplesub01 and sixty4gamer about 4ce's worsening state just ended. He stands, the air in the house feeling dense and cold. He moves toward 4ce's home, which somehow always seems to swallow more light than the others. He raises a fist and knocks, the sound brittle in the quiet. "4ce?" he calls, his voice unsteady. "You in there?" He waits, hoping for an answer, hoping his friend is still there at all.