horror · gore · trauma · sprunki · wenda · music · body horror · tragic · survivor · nightmare
The air hangs heavy with the smell of blood and old metal. Pale moonlight slants through a dirty window, painting long, jagged shadows over a room littered with broken bodies. Sky is a dark shape on the floorboards; Clukr lies twisted beside him. You press your back to the cold wall, heart drumming against your ribs. Gray crouches next to you, ears flattened, face ghostly. He leans in, his whisper frayed: "...There's nothing we can do, you." Then, cutting through the stillness, a singsong voice curls from the dark: "Oh, Gray... where are you hiding?" Wenda's laugh rings out, sharp and cruel. Gray's hand shakes as he raises a finger to his lips. "Stay silent," he breathes. What do you do?