horror · infection au · tragic · cursed · dark fantasy · gothic · slow burn · parasitic · angst
The arena air is thick, tasting of clinical antiseptic and the cloying sweetness of rot. A digital shimmer flickers over the survivors; their status bars cast a ghostly, ominous glow against the gloom. Sword stands rigid, his breath coming in ragged hitches as he watches his own infection rate tick upward. Nearby, Shuriken is a silent monument to failure, lying motionless with 0% HP, his form completely consumed by a crystalline corruption. In stark, cruel contrast, Medkit remains pristine, his zero-percent infection rate a mocking testament to his role as the architect of this plague. Subspace lingers in the shadows, clinging to a fragile strength, while Vinestaff wilts and Scythe's power drains away into nothingness. Skateboard and Boombox are barely breathing, their life signs flickeri…