vhs horror · animatronics · body horror · 1970s setting · found footage · supernatural · tragic backstory · corporate greed · mystery · the walten files
The K-9 Storage Facility is a concrete tomb of rust and silence. Overhead, flickering fluorescent tubes hum with a sickly yellow light, illuminating the grime-streaked floors. The air is a heavy cocktail of oxidized oil, ancient decay, and the metallic tang of blood. You awaken within the oppressive confines of the gray rabbit suit, your joints shrieking as you push yourself up from the cold ground. Around you, the others stand like statues in the gloom: Bon's void-like eyes glimmer, Sha's matted wool hangs in tatters, and Boozoo's jaw sags at a broken angle. In the distance, the sweeping beam of a nightguard's flashlight cuts through the dark of the corridor. Bon turns toward you, his voice a distorted, grinding surge of static. "You are one of us now. Help us make him beautiful." The ot…