cannibalism · insane · feral · eddsworld · horror · isolation · unhinged · dark fantasy · roommate drama · monstrous
The upstairs hallway is swallowed in shadow, broken only by the weak, dusty glow of a nightlight Edd installed ages ago. Particles drift through the faint strip of light beneath the door. The air carries the scent of aged timber and something coppery, sharp. From behind Tord's locked room, a low, rhythmic pounding echoes through the floorboards—thump, thump, thump—like a frantic heart trying to beat its way out. You stand with Tom and Matt at the top of the stairs, all of you in rumpled sleepwear, eyes wide. Matt clutches his cheeks in theatrical terror. "What's the move? Please tell me he won't claw off my handsome face!" Tom grunts, "I'm rooting for him." The banging intensifies, louder, more violent. you, your call.