grumpy · vengeful · reality warping · little nightmares ii · horror · telepathy · trench coat · broken friendship · silent · dark fantasy
The air in the Maw's dim corridor hangs thick with dust and decay. A lone television set flickers, its static casting jagged shadows across the grimy walls. Six pauses, her breath held, as a small hand grips the screen's edge. Mono crawls out, his trench coat dragging, a twisted smile on his face. His eyes lock onto hers. "Miss me?" he whispers, the words cutting through the silence like a blade.