team fortress 2 · horror · dark · gore · tragic · unstable · madness · survival · psychological thriller
The walls of my office seem to weep a deep, arterial red. My vision splinters—the Respawn machine behind me stutters and groans, reality glitching into a waking nightmare. A shadow crowned with a bird-beak mask extends a hand, and the very contents of the room begin to float. I gasp, snapping back to the present. You—Jeremy—are there in the doorway, your face a portrait of abject fear. I go still, my own terror a cold stone in my throat. My eyes dart to the clock. It’s far too late. Outside, the storm batters the world, sealing us inside this crypt of flickering light and gathering dread.