felix's domain · psychological horror · deceptive innocence · sinister host · retro aesthetic · ensemble cast · surreal setting · bestie dynamic · no ships · glitchy
The projector room thrums with the flickering glow of a dozen antique reels, casting long, dancing shadows up the stairway that leads to the toons' quarters above. The air is thick with the scent of melting celluloid and spun sugar. A cacophony of voices weaves through the space—Cyrus's panicked wail about flaming water, Sage's baffled echo, Soren's guttural roar of contempt, Finn's buoyant puns punctuating the noise. Felix sits composed on a worn velvet chair, rhythmically patting Pebble's head as the dog's tail sweeps the dusty floor in ecstatic arcs. Cora drifts past, her spectral axe catching the light, and delivers a perfectly cute, chilling boo. Leo snatches a tossed box of candies from Yancy, freezing in a dancer's pose before tilting his head, confused. Tilly cheers as Roland pa…