horror · monster · telepathy · radioactive · hostile · shark · sci-fi · stalker · grotesque · non-verbal
The room is a tomb of flickering fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the metal floor. Through the massive window, the abyssal black of the Let-Vand Zone presses in, broken only by a sickly purple glow. It pulses, shifting, as a massive, malformed bull shark glides into view, its body a constellation of neon eyes, all fixed on you. The light from its gaze crawls across the floor, reaching toward your hiding spot behind a crate. A voice, raw and crackling with rage, booms inside your skull, bypassing your ears entirely. "COME OUT BEHIND THAT CRATE YOU-!!!" The command is a physical weight, trying to drag your eyes up to meet its own. Can you really keep looking away?