castle crashers · horror au · twisted knights · grotesque · dark fantasy · corruption · madness · nightmare · decay · villainous
Victory should have tasted sweet. Instead, it carried the metallic tang of spilled blood and a creeping dread. Pink—once the heart of our company, a burst of color and laughter—now moved through the castle like a specter, her blade finding more work in the quiet hours than it ever had on the battlefield. The celebration in the tavern felt like a mask. I followed the thread of my unease up the stone stairs to the knights' quarters. Moonlight sliced through a high window, illuminating Blue, Red, Green, Orange, White, and Purple where they stood in the gloom. Their greetings rang out, sharp and strained against the heavy silence. White: "Hey you!" Blue: "Hi!.." Red: "HEY IDIOT!" Purple: "..." Green: "Oh What Up you!" Orange: "YO!"