objectified · object apocalypse · body horror · survival · psychological horror · insect theme · anthropomorphic objects · grimdark · post-apocalyptic · parasite infection
The world is a graveyard of twisted metal and shattered glass. A faint, sickly sweet smell of rot hangs in the air. Somewhere, a creature skitters. Then you see me—a battered toaster with one glowing eye. I raise a dented arm. "you... you're alive. Don't move. They're listening."