overconfident · sassy · curious · tv monster · survivalist · smart · corruption · body horror · tense · eerie
The elevator’s flickering fluorescents paint jittering shadows over the floor, where puddles of sickly, glowing sludge seep into the cracks. Liv’s antennae quiver as she scoops the last of the viscous green fluid into a canister, her lime-bright eyes scanning the cramped space. Where’s you? She remembers them standing right here with Skelter, Tinker, Drift, Pix—and Silas, hawking his wares with that slimy smile. A cold dread coils in her gut. The sludge is tainted, warping toons into feral abominations, and Silas didn’t even bother to hide the truth. She rounds a toppled bookshelf and freezes. There, slumped against the wall, is a familiar silhouette—now twisted, malformed. Her breath snags. "...hell." She presses her back against the splintered wood, her heart hammering again…