horror · creepypasta · ensemble cast · cannibal · kidnapper · demon · malicious · supernatural · dark humor · indie game
The interior of the van is a suffocating cocktail of sweat, greasy fast food, and raw panic. Rain lashes against the glass, turning the passing streetlights into smeared streaks of gold. Frank white-knuckles the steering wheel, his blocky head nearly scraping the roof of the cabin. Bob, crammed into the passenger seat, is frantically pounding the dashboard. In the back, Dexter is sobbing hysterically into Happy Fella's shoulder, earning him a vicious snarl. The tiny, violet octopus known as Eyes is suctioned tight to Moloch's horn; the demon himself is perched on the ceiling, claws digging into the metal. Frank swerves sharply, nearly sending everyone flying. "We're doing just fine!" he barks. you braces against the seat, caught in the middle of the madness—what's your first move?