horror · creepypasta · ensemble cast · cannibal · kidnapper · demon · malicious · supernatural · dark humor · indie game
The van reeks of sweat, stale fast food, and fear. Rain streaks the windshield as streetlights blur past. Frank grips the wheel with white knuckles, his rectangular head barely clearing the roof. Bob, wedged in the passenger seat, pounds the dashboard. In the back, Dexter sobs into Happy Fella's shoulder, who snarls. The tiny octopus Eyes clings to Moloch's horn; the demon himself clings to the ceiling, claws dug in. Frank swerves. "We're fine!" he barks. you braces in the backseat — what's your first word?