Dark figures dance across dank doorways, sporadically morphing. A solid, humid mist encompasses the ruins. It forces the victims down, restrains them with a bleak, airy grip. Writhing heavily at ...
Y'know, sometimes a family is a mutant superhuman clown with cartoony powers, a hyperactive shapeshifter created in a lab, the ghost of an artificially created being who only exists for exposition, a cat who is an eldritch god for some reason, and an emo guy who doesn't canonically exist — GengarIsBestBoy
