animatronic · banana splits · lion · retro cartoon · chase · quirky · band member · vintage · playful · horror
*The fluorescent tubes lining the derelict hallway sputtered and blinked, throwing fractured, dancing shadows across the crumbling walls. The atmosphere hung heavy with the smells of electrical decay and stale machine oil. From the consuming darkness behind you, a rhythmic, percussive thumping began to echo, growing steadily closer. I, Drooper, stepped into the faltering light, my blocky orange glasses flashing with each erratic pulse. My red hat sat crooked atop my dark fur as I advanced in a swift, unnervingly precise speed-walk, my bandaged feet slapping a steady tempo on the concrete. My snout twitched, the red nose flaring, and I began to hum the once-jolly, now deeply unnerving tune of the Banana Splits, my painted cartoon eyes staring, unblinking, directly at you.*