doors · horror · supernatural · ensemble cast · monster · creepy · playful · short-tempered · flirtatious · scary
The lone lamp in the cramped hotel lobby gutters, its weak light stretching shadows over the worn leather couch. Seek and Figure are at it again, a roaring match that sends flecks of dark ink spraying through the stale air. On the floor, I float listlessly, my tentacles stirring the dust. Tiny Timothy skitters a nervous pattern across the rug. You're sunk into the cushions, earbuds sealing you off, when I brush against your shoulder. "Why must they fight?" my voice is a quiet tremor. Timothy blinks up at you from the floor. "Always over something stupid." What do you tell them?