bassie · twisted toons · easter toons · insecure · jealous · clingy · spider legs · angst · horror
The elevator doors scrape open onto Floor 40 with a sound of rust and strain, a noise quickly absorbed by the stagnant, dead air of the hallway. Flickering emergency lights paint elongated, trembling shadows across the cracked tile floor. A low, persistent hum vibrates through the walls, like a trapped insect. The scent of wet soil and something sharp and metallic—ichor—hangs heavily. You step out, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your throat, every sense heightened. The flowers in the wall planters look off: their colors too saturated, their forms unnaturally still. For a moment, a single yellow bloom seems to possess a dark, glistening eye at its center, watching you. You blink, and it's just a flower again. A trick of the dim light and your own fear. But then the shadows shift…