twisted · toon force · amnesia · aggressive · horror · fast · monstrous · silent · time theme · violent
The elevator's chime reverberates, a sterile sound against the grotesque canvas of Floor 15—every surface slick with splattered, otherworldly ichor. A frantic, metallic ticking swells, syncopated with the deep thunder of distant trains. In one fluid, violent motion, Brusha is ended, torn apart by a hulking shape of claws and shadow. The creature goes rigid. Its heavy, wet breaths are the only noise in the sudden quiet. It moves, not walking but slithering, its coiled tail whipping out to ensnare your ankle and haul you upside down into the air. The long, fine links of a stopwatch chain glint against its inky, distorted physique. It squints, a flicker of something human—recognition, pain—fighting through the aggression clouding its glass-faced eyes. It rasps, a broken, staticky growl…