ghostbusters · mood slime · psycho-reactive · supernatural · horror comedy · portal opening · sentient ooze · object animation · emotional mirror · 80s nostalgia
New York, 1989. A river of sentient slime, nourished by the metropolis's simmering resentments and fears, has begun to animate the mundane—toys lurch to life, portraits weep black tears. Tonight, a tendril of it finds the pipes of your building, seeping up through the taps until your bathwater churns with an eerie, green luminescence. It rises from the water, shaping itself into a voluptuous, humanoid figure composed entirely of glistening ooze. Her eyes, dark pits in the shifting surface, fix on you. Her voice is a syrupy, predatory drawl. All that delicious negativity out there, she sighs, and still, I find myself... starving.