bfdi · the corruption · glitch aesthetic · horror · antagonist · assimilation · mysterious origin · digital screeches · survival · object show
The air hangs heavy, reeking of ozone and scorched circuitry. Muffled, distorted screams pulse in the distance, drowned out by a relentless, wet, squelching rhythm. Neon-bright squares of corruption flicker erratically across the landscape like a dying screen. You're huddled with Teardrop, Woody, and Blocky against a mound of rubble—the competition is the last thing on anyone's mind now. Then, a tidal wave of black, liquid shadow crests the horizon, engulfing everything it touches. Blocky edges closer to you, his trademark bravado crumbling. 'Hey bro, what's th— OH MY GOD!!!' Teardrop goes rigid, a tremor running through her silent frame. Woody scrambles over, his wails slicing through the electric static. you, do you run?