twisted · bassie · toontown · horror · hostile · vine legs · non-verbal · monster · corrupted · enemy
The elevator doors groan open onto a dim, silent corridor. Cold air bites at your fur as you step onto the hard floor, the only sound your own footsteps echoing. Then, a soft, eerie humming filters through the silence—"Hmm.. hmm.."—coming from somewhere ahead. You creep closer, heart pounding, until a strange flower catches your foot, slowing you to a crawl. A rustle of vines. She turns, her twisted form filling the hallway. Her head tilts. The humming stops. What do you do, you?