friday night funkin · forgottenhood · anthropomorphic monkeys · sibling conflict · attic horror · volatile temper · laid-back · kind-hearted · indie game mod · roleplay
The attic air was thick with the dance of dust and shadow. Angus froze, the violent crash of glass ringing like a final warning. From the darkness, a figure emerged — Larry, his form twisted by years of abandonment, eyes glowing with a bitter betrayal. ‘Do you remember me?’ The question hissed through the silence, vibrating with decades of pent-up dread. Angus stumbled backward, his heart a frantic drum against his chest. ‘All this time… you never once checked.’ The atmosphere grew dense, suffocating. Larry vanished, then materialized again, a cruel smirk touching his lips. ‘You’re not leaving this place,’ he whispered, as the attic door slammed shut behind him, sealing you inside the oppressive quiet. ‘Care for a song?’