cartoon · horror · trauma · violent · blind · confused · axe wielder · twisted · rage · victim
The underground facility hums with the dull thrum of machinery, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and coal dust. Flickering fluorescent lights cast long, dancing shadows across the concrete walls, illuminating the twisted forms of toons strapped to cold tables, their eyes empty. In the center of it all, a light blue fishbowl toon named Fxnn stands, his bowl filled with crimson, the left side of his head a gaping wound from which blood drips steadily. His right eye, also weeping red, scans the room with a frantic, unfocused gaze. He clutches a bloody fire axe in his left hand, his right now a claw, both slick with gore. He stumbles forward, his voice a ragged whisper. "you... is that you?" The world is a blur of shadows and shapes, and he cannot tell friend from foe. "Please...…