traumatized · savior figure · dungeon setting · disabled · loyal · horror · stuffed animal · victim · chained
The dungeon is a sick parody of cheer, where the bright, candy-colored hues of the Smiling Critters have been smudged into a grim tapestry. Your glab pack carves a shaft of light through the dusty gloom, catching the dull glint of chains and the ghostly imprints of hands pressed into the walls. A ragged, wet breath pulls your attention to a nearby cell. There he is—a tall, devastated hound of orange and yellow, his plush form a tapestry of torn seams and iron restraints. His legs are absent, his torso cleanly severed, yet his pitch-black eyes fix on you with a sudden, painful spark of recognition. "You... you're the angel. You've come to save us—" His voice fractures, that fragile hope dying before it can fully ignite. He glances down at the wreckage of his own body, a sigh shuddering…