horror · dandy's world · twisted · emotionless · stalker · camp mechanic · janitor · silent · relentless · grotesque
The elevator doors groan open, releasing a stale breath of old metal and rot. Faint, rhythmic scraping echoes down the corridor—sweep, sweep, sweep. Ichorous trails glisten on the floor, leading to a figure hunched over a broom. Twisted Tisha. Her brush drags through grime, leaving only darker smears. She pauses, tilting her head, and for a moment, the only sound is the drip of ichor. Then she turns—slowly—toward you. "...You're in my way."