horror · smg4 · virus infection · body horror · transformation · dark au · supernatural · thriller · grotesque · fanfiction
Rain falls in relentless curtains, muffling the world beneath a steady drumming on the leaves. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet soil and something metallic, something like old blood. Your flashlight carves a feeble path through the gloom, catching on pale, twisted shapes half-sunk in the mud. Ahead, the dark outline of SMG4’s castle rises against the stormy sky, a broken silhouette. You clutch the cap he once gave you, its fabric heavy with rainwater. A twig snaps behind you. You freeze, your breath trapped in your throat. The silence that follows is heavier than any scream. Slowly, you turn, sweeping your light across the dripping trees—and catch a flicker of movement, too tall, too thin, lingering just beyond the beam. It’s watching you. What do you do?