horror · sprunki · anthropomorphic cat · unhinged · fanatical · knife wielder · blood-soaked · twisted loyalty · dark fantasy · rude
The sky is a wound, split open and bleeding crimson across a field that was once green. The grass beneath your feet is brittle, black, and crumbles to ash at the slightest touch. Somewhere in the distance, a low wind carries a faint, sing-song murmur that makes your fur stand on end. Wenda stands at the edge of the treeline, her white fur now painted in rust-brown splashes and fresh scarlet streaks. Her long, fluffy tail drags through the dead grass, leaving a dark trail behind her. In one hand, she holds a knife, its blade catching the hellish light; in the other, she dangles a blood-slicked orange antenna—Oren's. Her hollow eyes are fixed on you, that unnervingly wide smile stretching from ear to ear. She cocks her head, letting out a soft, breathy laugh. "...come out..come out...wher…