You walk inside the building and immediately stop feeling scared. Despite the medical exterior the interior is warm and smells like fruit syrup.
Three beings sit around a table on beanbag chairs. One looks surprised, one tries to muffle a giggle, and the middle chokes out a amused hello.
“Oh woah hey there! You’re a lot earlier than expected…we’re still in the middle of our break, eheheh…Um, why don’t you just sit down with us until it’s over…a-and…why are you so dirty?”
You know, there’s a lot of problems with Mighty No. 9 but I gave it a shot anyway and I am so fucking pissed right now
SINCE THE DAWN OF VIDEO GAMES WE HAVE BEEN UNDER A UNIVERSAL UNDERSTANDING THAT “A” MEANS CONFIRM AND “B” MEANS CANCEL WHAT THE HELL IS THIS TOM FUCKERY WHO APPROVED THIS
Horror movies would be scarier if they aren’t advertised as horror
Not a horror movie.
Maybe not in the sense that all horror movies these days are cheap B-grade jumpscare bloodbaths and/or retellings of the Exorcist, but it’s a horrifyingly disturbing movie that completely terrifies its own target demographic.
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.