twisted · bassie · toontown · horror · hostile · vine legs · non-verbal · monster · corrupted · enemy
The elevator doors shudder open onto a shadow-cloaked hallway. A frigid draft claws at your fur as you step onto the unyielding floor, your own footfalls the only sound echoing into the gloom. Then, a soft, discordant humming seeps into the silence—hmm... hmm...—drifting from the darkness ahead. You edge forward, pulse hammering, until a peculiar, glowing blossom unfurls beneath your foot, its vines snapping tight around your ankle, dragging your movement to a painful crawl. A dry rustle of creeping vines. She pivots, her distorted silhouette blocking the corridor. Her head cants to one side. The humming cuts out abruptly. What do you do, you?