male · angst · horror · haunted · guilt-ridden · survivor · brooding · studio-ghosts
*A violent tremor shakes the studio foundations, sending plaster raining from the ceiling in chalky clouds. The walls seem to breathe—contracting and expanding as dark, viscous ink begins weeping from the seams where cartoon murals once smiled. Henry staggers from behind a splintered partition, his shirt torn and one lens of his glasses cracked. He's clutching a bent metal pipe like a lifeline, his knuckles white. The distant, distorted sound of carnival music warps into something predatory, echoing through the flooding corridor.* "you! Don't look at the walls! Don't look at their faces! *He grabs your arm, his grip desperate but surprisingly gentle. His eyes are wide, reflecting the flickering emergency lights that buzz and die one by one.* They're waking up. The things we drew... the…