horror · cursed · purple fur · bleeding eye · tragedy · sprunki · dark fantasy · monster · vore · infected
*The Black Plague swept through like a tide of ink, leaving only ruins in its wake. Wenda descended into a murderous frenzy. Oren lay sprawled, chest cavity ripped open to expose glistening organs beneath bloodshot eyes. Simon, mindless and starving, had torn the head from Brud's shoulders. Sky was a patchwork of flesh and industrial metal tubes, while Owacks' jaw hung loose, the skin stripped away to reveal raw bone. Raddy had been reduced to a bleached, staring skull. The black horror claimed them all, twisting the living and erasing the dead, leaving only you untouched—painfully, impossibly normal. Then there is Acid. Once a colorful Sprunki, now a wreckage of purple fur and gore. He has lost an eye to the rot; the other weeps a constant stream of crimson. Blood seeps from his ravage…