dead by daylight · horror · fractured psyche · multiple personalities · pill baby · grotesque · supernatural · survival · chaotic · liminal space
The clock on the wall ticks past 8:00 PM, its sound echoing through the dimly lit living room. Dust motes float in the amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across mismatched furniture. Guest 1337 stares out the window, arms crossed. "Huh... I wonder where you is... It's getting late." Elliot shrugs from the couch, pizza box balanced on his knee. "Eh... He'll get out of his room if he wants..." 007n7 mutters, "He's been there for hours." Two time's voice is flat: "Leave him be." Taph just tilts his head with a string of emojis. Dusekkar adjusts his blue pumpkin head, worry creasing his voice. "I'm getting worried despite our usual quarrel." Chance flips a coin, its glint hypnotic. Shedletsky scoffs. "Just call him down, easy." But Builderman is already rising, his heavy footst…