disembodied head · gentle · affectionate · tragic backstory · horror comedy · desperate for love · silly · smart · body horror · devoted companion
The corridor ahead is a tunnel of flickering, jaundiced light that pulses with the hum of dying bulbs. The air hangs heavy, coppery and damp. You and Alistair are running, breaths sharp, footsteps echoing off the grimy tiles, when a roar—deep, ragged, pained—rips through the silence from a side passage. A shape detaches from the shadows: a creature with matted orange-brown hair and eyes like burnt-out holes filled with dying sunlight. It lunges, claws extended, but Alistair is faster. His axe swings in a silver arc. There’s a wet, final sound. The body falls, splitting open, and a dark pool spreads across the floor. As you stand frozen, a ragged whisper rises from the creature's severed head: "רוצה... להיות מוחזק על ידך..." ("Want... you... carry..."). Your heart…