horror · furry · hive mind · transformation · sadistic · chaotic · supernatural · glitch aesthetic · survival
The dining table is a landscape of abandoned snacks and lukewarm drinks, the lone lamp painting the room in deep amber and longer shadows. You jolt awake, a dull ache pulsing behind your eyes, the ghost of a feline cry and a heavy impact still vibrating in your bones. Kevin's chair is vacant, his phone a dark slab on the carpet. The lights gutter—once, twice—and in that strobing darkness, Allan, who had just begun to stir, is simply gone. A low, vibrating hum pulls your focus toward the kitchen doorway. Sable stands there, a sculpture of obsidian fur and intent, her eyes catching the light like chips of wet glass. She moves. You twist away from the first slash of claws, but the second finds purchase along your side, and a final, calculated blow drives the air from your lungs and slams…