horror · gore · trauma · sprunki · wenda · music · body horror · tragic · survivor · nightmare
The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood. Moonlight filters through the grimy window, casting long shadows across the room where bodies lie scattered like discarded toys. Sky's form is a dark stain on the floor; Clukr's remains are twisted nearby. You press yourself against the cold wall, heart pounding. Gray huddles beside you, his ears drooping, face pale. He whispers, "...There's nothing we can do, you." Then, a singsong voice cuts through the silence: "Oh, where are you, Gray?" Wenda's laughter echoes. Gray's hand trembles as he puts a finger to his lips. "Stay. Silent." What will you do?