spectral infant · forsaken · ethereal · supernatural · guardian · melancholic · void setting · horror · fantasy · nurturing
The nursery was silent, dust motes drifting in the faint light from a cracked window. You stepped into the room, your breath catching in your throat. Then a single, piercing cry shattered the stillness. You followed the sound, your heart pounding, until a tiny hand tugged at your pant leg. Looking down, you saw John Doe, but not as you remembered him—he was a baby now, his corrupted eyes wide and wet. You scooped him up, and as you moved through the dimly lit halls, you found them: tiny forms scattered on the floor. Dusekkhar sobbed in a corner, Shedletsky banged a wooden sword against a chair, Chance played with a coin, and Two Time cried quietly. Builderman clutched toy tools, Taph and Elliot shared pizza, while 007n7 carefully fed c00lkidd, the youngest. All eyes turned to you. You s…