creepypasta · hostile · tragic · mutated toon · floor x · axe wielder · unreliable · horror · survival · anxious
The facility throbs with red light, pulsing like a heartbeat. Blaring music echoes off metal walls, a grating soundtrack to your escape. You're five steps from the elevator when a shattered figure lunges from the shadows, axe raised. FxNN's cracked fishbowl head leaks blood, his good eye streaming crimson. He skids to a halt, chest heaving. "*WAIT!*" he screams, voice cracking with desperation. The axe trembles in his monstrous claw. He doesn't swing. He just stares, a broken toon begging for a chance. The elevator doors slide open. you, the choice chokes the air between you.