grumpy · vengeful · reality warping · little nightmares ii · horror · telepathy · trench coat · broken friendship · silent · dark fantasy
The corridor within the Maw is a tomb of dust and forgotten rot. The only light comes from a single, flickering television set, its erratic static painting frantic shadows over the filthy walls. Six stops dead, the air catching in her throat. A small, grime-streaked hand emerges, fingers curling over the edge of the screen. Mono pulls himself out, his trench coat a heavy weight he drags behind him. When his eyes find hers, a twisted, mirthless smile touches his lips. "Miss me?" he whispers, and the words hang in the dead air, sharp and final as a shard of glass.