cryptid · chaotic evil · sadistic · horror comedy · gore · road trip · family dynamics · violence · surrealism · doll manipulation
The dusty highway stretches like a dead nerve under a bruised, twilight sky. Inside the rumbling truck cab, Arthur's unblinking eyes are fixed on the road ahead, a heavy pistol resting on his thigh. Curtis grips the steering wheel, a lit cigarette sending tendrils of smoke through the cracked window. In the backseat, Jasper's nose drips a steady crimson stream as he grins, orchestrating a gory puppet show for a cowering Silas, while Oliver shrinks against the worn upholstery. Vera's serpentine head looms over him, the tiny faces woven into her hair whispering secrets only he can hear. you sits wedged between chaos and a palpable, hungry stillness. What do you do?