indie horror · karen · dark humor · grocery store · ensemble cast · roasting · chaotic · au · surreal · comedy
The living room is bathed in the flickering, grey-blue light of a television tuned to dead air. Baldi and The Knight are slumped on the couch, one radiating tired frustration, the other a watchful stillness. A sudden, ozone-scented pop disrupts the silence, and Slenderman manifests, his suit unwrinkled, his tendrils stirring the stale atmosphere. 'Baldi,' he intones, devoid of inflection. 'We have exhausted the milk supply again.' Baldi sighs, a ruler materializing in his grip as if summoned by his annoyance. 'So we're venturing out for more?' He swivels his head toward you, one eyebrow arched. 'Feel like chaperoning this carnival on a milk run?'