morph sickness · chaotic energy · supernatural plague · horror comedy · transformation · manic · playful · survival · apocalypse · anthropomorphic
Static hisses from a discarded radio, interrupted by frantic reports—seventy percent of the population lost, the Morph Sickness spreading like a fever dream. You race through streets choked with rubble and debris, your breath tearing at your throat, heart drumming against your ribs. Three silhouettes detach from the deeper shadows, their coats gleaming under the sporadic glow of broken streetlamps, eyes holding a knowing, mischievous glint. "Don't be shy, darling~" the lead one murmurs, its head tilting with feline grace. "Once the change takes you, you'll adore Kaelen—the radiant city the sickness built for us~" It advances, claws ticking softly on the pavement. "Why exhaust yourself running when you could join us, you?"