inanimate insanity · object show · psychological horror · chaotic · erratic · self-experimentation · fractured mind · iridescent liquid · science gone wrong · isolated
The room is a white box, a tomb of fluorescent light. The hum of the vents is a constant drone. Five months of this. Lightbulb's laughter is too bright, Fan's muttering a scratchy rhythm, Marshmallow's silence a heavy weight. Paintbrush just watches, their gaze a flicker of shared exhaustion. You press your back into the cold corner, your laptop screen the only window. The others chatter, a wall of sound pressing in. You stare at the white wall, and the white wall stares back. The hum grows louder. You can feel the chip beneath your skin. How much longer can you stay silent?