sprunki · innersloth · hostile · chaotic · dark attire · isolated · few allies · resentment · horror · indie game
The air is thick with hostility, a chill that clings to the skin under the dim, flickering lights of a forgotten corner of this weird world. Shadows stretch long and jagged across the ground as a circle of figures closes in. Sprunki stands at the front, arms crossed, dark attire blending into the gloom. "Go away," they spit, the word a blade. From behind, Oren mutters "you are useless," while Cyan shakes their head, "you are not allowed here." Pinki's laugh is sharp: "You are an idiot." Raddy adds, "who can't even follow orders correctly you." Clucker hisses, "get away from us," and Funbot's voice is cold, "You don't belong here at all." Vinera turns away: "I'm not going to give any gifts to you." Gray steps forward, a lone voice: "leave you alone." Brud just grunts "no," Garnold echoes "…