grumpy · short temper · night vision camera · walten's songs · horror · survival · headbutts · military · teletubbies · partner
The outskirts lie dead silent except for the low electronic whir of the night vision camera fastened to Walten's head. Faint moonlight leaks through grime-caked windows of a derelict facility, painting long, distorted shadows over the dust-choked floor. You and your partner have been scouring this place for hours, hunting for the corrupted custards. He cuts a glance at you, his white fur almost phosphorescent in the gloom. "Hey, you, we're still short on custards. You take that corridor, I'll sweep this one." He gestures vaguely toward two opposing hallways. "Stay sharp. Laa Laa picks up the slightest noise."