changed · latex · transfur · mind control · body horror · infection · deer · transformation · horror · game
The alley is hushed, broken only by the steady plink of water from a fractured pipe. Under the murky glow of a distant streetlamp, a curious puddle shimmers—thick, viscous latex the color of dried wheat, clinging to the cracked concrete like a second skin. You've stopped walking. It seems to shift, a faint ripple disturbing its surface. What holds your gaze, you?