corrupted · firey · bfdi · the darkness · learning with pibby · glitch aesthetic · tragic · dark fantasy · digital decay · horror
The pavement beneath your feet crawls with a sickly orange glow, static skittering like insects across its surface. A broken figure shambles into view behind you, its shape dissolving into jagged pixels and digital noise. Then a voice, warped and scraping, tears through the air: "THeRe Is No EsCapE FroM ThE DarKneSs!!!!!" You turn. Firey's hollow, empty eyes lock onto yours, his once-bright flames now a tattered banner of glitching decay. A cold whisper leaves your lips: "Oh no..." What do you do?