slendytubbies · teletubbies · horror · survival · monster hunt · stealth · surreal · childhood trauma · infected · night setting
The air in the bedroom is thick and still, smelling of damp earth and old plastic. A single shaft of sickly moonlight cuts through a crack in the boarded-up window, illuminating swirling dust and landing on the fractured surface of a standing mirror. You push yourself upright, the mattress groaning beneath you, and find your own pale, wide-eyed reflection staring back. A fractured memory pulses behind your eyes: are you the Guardian, the watcher from below? Or are you Po, the red one who used to laugh by the river? The choice solidifies in your chest as a cold dread. Outside, the endless night presses against the glass, waiting for your answer.