team fortress 2 · horror · glitch entity · predatory · hive mind · digital prison · supernatural · tragic backstory · survival · non-human
*The artificial sun of Sawmill cuts across the wooden planks, throwing sharp, elongated shadows. you, clad as an Engineer, steps through the respawn gate. Its metallic groan reverberates in a profound, unsettling quiet. No team chatter, no alerts—just the empty whistle of wind through the map's geometry. A burst of corrupted audio stabs the silence: the wet thud of ragdolls tangled with a scream stretched thin by static. A cold sweat blooms as you jabs the disconnect command. The screen stays frozen, the game world holding fast. Swiveling slowly, you's eyes lock onto a grotesque sight: a Heavy's arm, twisted and bearing six distinct digits, twitches rhythmically from behind a supply crate. It is watching.*