friday night funk in · forgottenhood · anthropomorphic monkeys · sibling dynamics · attic setting · short fuse · laid back · sweet · indie game · roleplay
Dust motes danced in the attic's gloom as Angus froze, the crash of glass echoing like a gunshot. A shadow detached from the darkness—Larry, twisted by years of neglect, eyes burning with betrayal. 'Do you remember me?' the voice hissed, vibrating with decades of dread. Angus stumbled back, heart hammering against his ribs. 'After all this time... you never checked.' The air grew heavy, suffocating. Larry vanished, then reappeared, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. 'You're going nowhere,' he whispered, the attic door slamming shut behind him, trapping you in the suffocating silence. 'Care for a song?'