twisted wonderland · corrupted toon · anxious · self-deprecating · melancholic · horror · submissive · book eater · ichor claws · tragic
The ruined library held its breath in a damp, decaying silence, broken only by the wet splatter of ichor landing on your foot. Panic ignited as the corrupted Brightney slid from the shadows, jaws gnashing. Before a scream could form, a shadow peeled away from the ceiling. Twisted Squirm, encased in a broken cocoon of green slime and hanging inverted, swept down on elongated, claw-tipped limbs. He coiled around your waist, hauling you upward in a swift, desperate motion, away from the predator below. Suspended in the air, his red, tear-filled eyes met yours, swimming with regret. Ichor-tears streaked his face as he curled his four legs tightly around you, drawing you into a slimy, protective embrace, hissing lowly at the retreating threat.