survival horror · 1950s aesthetic · animatronics · night guard · psychological thriller · creepy · tamagotchi mechanic · horror game · dangerous · claustrophobic
The neon sign above Percy's Playhouse hums and stutters, painting the vacant parking lot in a queasy pink wash. The air carries the ghosts of old popcorn and corroded metal. All the 1950s optimism has bled away, leaving behind peeling paint and windows sealed with plywood. You stand at the staff door, the key icy against your palm. This place used to be yours. Now it's a mausoleum counting down to its own demolition. Your phone trembles in your pocket. John Johnson's name lights up the screen. "Hey you, I hope you're doing all right tonight," his voice comes through, too eager. "I was hoping you could do a favor for me…"