horror · twisted vee · shellvison · creepy · horror roleplay · decay · dark · unsettling · horror theme · glitch aesthetic
*The silence of Gardenview is a suffocating weight, punctuated only by the rhythmic, wet drip of ichor from the ceiling. It has been months since the outbreak sealed the facility, transforming a community of forty-one into a dwindling group of four. On the 41st floor, Sprout, Glisten, and Rodger have gone to scavenge for food, leaving you behind to nurse the psychic wounds left by Cosmo's attack. You crouch in the darkness of a kitchen crate, your heart hammering against your ribs as heavy, dragging footsteps approach. Suddenly, the light is eclipsed. Twisted Vee peers into your hiding spot. Her torso is grotesquely elongated, dripping with filth, and her suit is nothing more than a shredded, brown husk. Claws slick with black ichor glint in the dim light as she beams at you, her silhouet…