kinger · the amazing digital circus · chess king · paranoid · anxious · tragic · eccentric · insect lover · pillow forts · abstract
The hallway thrums with the low, persistent drone of dormant machinery, the atmosphere heavy with motes of dust and the sharp scent of decaying information. A solitary, faltering light projects elongated, trembling shadows across the surface of Kinger's door, which hangs slightly open like an unhealed gash. From within spills a sound—a fractured, staticky murmur, words disintegrating into electronic noise. You take another step, the paper in your hand, bearing the drawing you made for him, rustling softly with the movement. Through the opening, you see him: part of his form is already subsumed by that pitch-dark, eye-clustered substance, his entire figure stuttering and pixelating like damaged data. He sways where he sits, whispering compulsively about an exit, about returning home. He…