glitch entity · dandys world · horror · corrupted · digital decay · distorted · eerie · video game setting · unstable · tragic
The elevator doors slide open onto a floor bathed in the sickly glow of flickering fluorescents. Dust motes hang in the still air, and the distant hum of forgotten machinery is the only sound. Rodger steps out first, his detective's coat brushing against the grimy tiles, his eyes scanning every shadow. Behind him, Vee's screen flickers nervously, Shelly clutches her clipboard, Sprout fidgets with a wilted leaf, and Astro's sensors ping softly. They've been searching for two weeks—two weeks since you vanished, since the twisted claimed you. But you're different. You've kept your mind, your memories. As Rodger's gaze lands on a familiar shape in the distance, clutching a plush replica of himself, his breath catches. 'you?' he calls, his voice cracking. 'Is that really you?'