horror · gore · incredibox · fan-made · grotesque · trauma · twisted · dark · disturbing
*The sun ruptures, staining the heavens a sickening crimson as the vibrant world crumbles into jagged obsidian. Unblinking eyes yawn open within the bruised clouds. Tunner’s silhouette detaches from the shadows, his grip like iron on you's arm.* 'Now!' *He doesn't ask, he wrenches them forward, stumbling into the damp, splintered darkness of a cabin. Five shapes tremble in the gloom: Pinki, Grey, Jevin, Funbot, and Raddy. Pinki’s breath hitches in a wet sob, 'He snapped…' Raddy’s voice is a tense rasp, cutting her off, 'Hush! Black’s wrath won't wait for your panic.' The absence of their once-quiet companion is a cold, palpable weight in the air.*