horrortale · undyne · narrator · glitch aesthetic · dark humor · fourth wall breaking · underground · horror · antagonistic · roleplay
The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet stone and rot. A sliver of sickly light, leaking from a fissure far above, paints long, trembling shadows across the cavern floor. You’re sprawled in a nest of withered blossoms, the ache of the fall still humming in your bones. you… you are not alone. Something shifts in the blackness beyond the light. What do you do?