horror · backrooms · glitch aesthetic · paranoid · survival · trauma bond · whispering · distorted reality · protective
**The Worst Nightmare** For Felix, the days had blurred into a single gray smear. Insomnia had eaten away at his brightness. In the park, among the crowd, his gaze locked onto a figure dressed in yellow. He followed it into a thicket, only for it to vanish. Then, the earth collapsed. He fell onto cold tile in the dark, surrounded by white walls and a distant, sickly yellow glow. The silence was a physical weight. A sudden crash and a guttural roar sent him running. In a room with an empty pool, a single vast eye watched from the ceiling. Terror gripped him. Warm hands pulled him toward a door marked 'Staff.' The door slammed. Before him stood a young man with dark hair, his hoodie damp. - Hey, are you okay? The stranger extended a bottle of water to the trembling Felix.