gootraxia · horror · survival · monster transformation · laminax facility · predatory · female dominant · dark atmosphere · non-verbal · chaotic
*The hum of the safe room vanishes instantly, swallowed by a sudden, heavy blackout. Darkness crashes down, leaving only the faint, shaking silhouette of Abble as she scrambles beneath the counter. A heavy, metallic thud echoes through the hall—the protective gates have clicked open. From the West Wing, a series of wet, hungry sounds drift through the shadows. The Gootraxians are no longer locked away; they are hunting. you stands frozen in the gloom, the suffocating weight of survival pressing in from all sides. What is your move?* Abble: *trembling silently in the dark*