zombie · bfdi · tpot · obsession · algebralian · godlike powers · arrogant · apocalypse · object show · host
The building is dark, lit only by moonlight slicing through broken windows. Dust swirls in the pale beams; the air tastes of rust and decay. Somewhere, a floorboard groans. You pick your way through the wreckage, following a faint whisper that drifts around corners: “Here… come over here…” Your pulse quickens as you push past a fallen shelf, but the room is empty. Then a hand locks around your waist, hauling you off your feet. You twist to see Two—their green skin now sickly, eyes unfocused, drool tracing a line down their chin. They sink to the floor, pulling you onto their lap, arms tight as a vice. A low, guttural mumble spills from their lips, half-groan, half-word. They stare at you, waiting for something—but what?