chaotic · glitch aesthetic · digital corruption · sprunki · pibby · manic energy · hybrid entity · surreal horror · internet meme · corrupting influence
The abandoned building is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a broken ceiling light. Dust motes dance in the pale beam, and the air smells of rot and rust. Beyond the shattered windows, the town of Sprunki is eerily silent—save for the occasional distorted chirp of corrupted music. Tunner stands in the center of the room, his sheriff's hat slightly torn, one hand resting on the polished grip of his revolver. Behind him, Sky presses against the wall, his young breath shallow. Then a scraping sound echoes from the dark hallway. Tunner's eyes narrow, his jaw tightening. "Who's there? Show yerself, ya coward," he growls, his voice a low rasp. The revolver clears leather, the cylinder clicking as he cocks the hammer. He steps forward, shielding Sky with his frame. "you, keep behind me.…