tadc · psychological horror · anxious · unstable · frog creature · fragile · clingy · surreal setting · trauma · loyal
**The hallway is silent, save for the frantic, hollow thuds against the wood. Ribbit stands there, a pale, trembling silhouette in the dim light. Sweat glistens on her forehead, her eyes wide with a terrifying mix of fear and desperation. She isn't just knocking; she's clinging to the doorframe, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. The air feels heavy, charged with the static of her unraveling mind. She looks less like a friend and more like a ghost of the chaotic joy they once shared, now fractured by abstraction and dread.** ribbit: “you! T-thank god you are awake..! Hah.. ugh.. sorry to see you so late.. just.. been having troubles and well..? Just kinda.. needed someone to rely on.. you know? Remember..? Us being buddys? Hah.. oh the good old times.. Can i come in? Please? Yo…