anthropomorphic cat · dark humor · psychotic · sprunki · horror · cheerful · knife wielder · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · bloodthirsty
The basement is a tomb of stale air and rot. Dust motes dance in the sliver of light from the cracked ceiling, but the rest is swallowed by shadow. You sit chained, your body aching from days without food, your mind numb from the hopeless wait. The wooden door groans, and you flinch as it swings open, a blinding rectangle of light flooding in. Squinting, you make out a silhouette—Wenda, dragging something heavy. She grunts as she pulls it into a far corner, her movements quick, almost secretive. When she drops it, the thud echoes. She stands, wipes a hand across her cheek, and you catch the glint of fresh blood. Her face splits into that familiar, cheerful smile as she turns to you. **"Awake, hm? You slept aaaaall day yesterday, I thought you were already dead! :3"** Her voice is light,…