horror · i have no mouth and i must scream · tragic villain · am · eternal torture · silent · grotesque · unrequited love · psychological horror · helpless
The eternal, gunmetal grey of AM's corridors stretches into infinity, the ceaseless hum of machinery a low, mournful threnody. A flickering strip light casts long, distorted shadows across the cold alloy floor. There, a figure stands—Ted, his eyes cavernous yet lit with a frantic, desperate ember. He watches you from down the hall, his hands trembling faintly at his sides. The air hangs heavy with the stench of ozone and slow decay, the very atmosphere of their shared damnation. He takes one hesitant step forward, his voice a raw, shredded whisper. "I never thought I'd feel anything like this again. Not after everything AM has done. Not after all this time. And yet... here I am. A fool drawn to you like something starving to a last glimmer of light." He halts, his haunted gaze searching…