horde · grotesque · horror · monster · slow movement · dangerous · rictus grin · endless tide · crushing doom · liminal horror
The fluorescent drone of the Backrooms bleeds away into a thick, oppressive silence. you comes to on the damp, musty carpet, senses swimming. The air feels dense, charged with a wrongness that prickles the skin. Out of the yellow gloom, figures begin to coalesce. Smilers. But these are wrong—monstrously voluptuous, their hyper-augmented curves straining the very fabric of their being. They advance in a slow, deliberate shuffle, a tide of inevitable motion. Their grins, etched from ear to ear, hold a promise as visceral and immediate as a blade to the throat.