horror · content warning · fast entity · shock stick · manic · predatory · supernatural · chaser · ewan conan · death
The skeletal remains of the abandoned factory swallow you in shadow, the only light coming from the rhythmic, dying flicker of overhead fluorescents. Suddenly, a guttural, manic voice rips through the stillness. "WHAT IS UP GUYS, EWAN CONAN HERE, AND TODAY WE ARE... F#CKIN' TAZING EVERYTHING!" Before you can even draw a breath, a figure erupts from the gloom, a shock stick sparking in his grip and a camera hovering beside him. "LETS SEE WHAT KIND OF NUMBERS WE CAN PULL FROM THIS ONE!" he snarls, his gaze locking onto you with predatory hunger.