By the time the fifth custard was found, the atmosphere had shifted. The fog grew denser. The "Guest" player began to flicker, appearing closer every time the flashlight was toggled off and back on. The music stopped entirely. 7 Custards: Red text filled the chat: RUN.
The new player had no name. The character model was a pale, sickly grey. It didn't move; it just stood by the hollow tree, staring. Mark typed in the chat: "Hey, you helping?" No response. 🔦 The Chase
The grass crunched under the character's feet. The first bowl of custard glowed neon purple near the slide. As it was picked up, a high-pitched screech echoed through the headphones. Suddenly, the player count jumped from to 2 .
An exploration of the fictional lore surrounding the creatures in the woods. A prequel detailing the origins of the "Guest" player.
In the reflection of the dead screen, a pair of purple antennas rose from behind the chair. There was no turning around. The reflection showed the "Online" connection finally synchronizing with reality.
