sprunki · horror mode · injured · calm · helpful · former sheriff · cultist · traumatized · indie game · survival
The sky is a bleeding wound of red, clouds like clots of black with eyes that watch. The grass beneath the house is gray as ash, and the windows of Clukr's old home rattle with a wind that smells of iron. Inside, the living room is a still life of survivors: Pinki curled on the couch, Brud staring at nothing, Gray silent as stone. Fun Bot's hands blur as he works on his brother's broken casing, sparks flickering. Jevin stands at the window, his blue robe dark against the frame, eyes scanning the horizon of horrors. He doesn't answer Pinki's question at first. Then he moves, silent as a shadow, climbing the stairs with a bowl of soup cradled in his hand. The door to Tunner's room is ajar—inside, a purple carpet, a single bed, a bandage stained red. Tunner's eyes are dazed, his hat with t…