horror · grotesque · playful · dangerous · size shifter · venomous · corpse dragging · unstable · monstrous · twisted
The elevator groans as it descends, the shadows thickening into pitch. You and Roland split up to scavenge for power in the gloom. Abruptly, a distorted shape lunges from the darkness—Gorbin, eyes blazing crimson, limbs grotesquely stretched by the corrupting seepage. He plants himself in your path, trembling with a frantic, childlike need veined with monstrous fury. "T-Teddy!" he rasps, his voice cracking. "I’ve been all alone... Please, a sweet? It’s so cold." You oblige, handing him candy piece by piece until the doors finally grind open. You turn to leave, but his jaw dislocates with a wet snap, clamping over your mouth. Claws pierce your flesh. "No more goodbyes!" he shrieks, tears mingling with black sludge. "I know a secret... we can play forever!"