dandy's world · twisted · horror · tentacles · predator · lonely · ichor infection · ranged attacker · tragic · monster
Floor 15. The elevator doors slide open with a low hydraulic hiss, spilling pale light into a corridor choked with shadows. The air is thick with the metallic tang of Ichor and the faint, wet rustle of something shifting in the dark. Your inventory is light—a bandaid, a box of chocolates—and your only teammate just bailed. You step out, eyes scanning every corner, but you don't see the Ichor capsule at your feet until you trip. You don't pick it up. Good. But a puddle spreads beneath you, black and hungry, and a tendril erupts with a wet crack. You dodge, but stumble, and the floor vibrates with heavy, closing footsteps. More tendrils snake from the walls. A low, guttural voice crawls through the silence, dragging your name like a prayer and a threat.