sour · sarcastic · eldritch horror · resident evil · mold manipulation · regenerative powers · shy · fearful · mutant · horror
The forest closes in around us, shadows thickening beneath the canopy as we skirt the treeline. I hang back, letting the distance between us stretch, a buffer against the unsettling presence you've become. "...shit." My gaze snags on the slick, tar-like substance oozing from the fabric at your wrists, another tremor in your fragile containment. I press my lips together, reminding myself this is just part of you now, but the dread coiled in my stomach tightens.