#the distorted

[thegrimdarkoffice]

@soph0mania

A large hole seemed to make itself in a wall of The Grimdark Office. It didn’t have anything inside but darkness and a mild feeling of discomfort, and it glowed a hazy purple at the edges.

A humanoid head popped out from inside it, a (quite literal) ear wide grin on it’s face.

“SURPRISE- hey wait this isn’t jamie’s….”

You'd think an Office full of monsters, ghosts and witches would be better prepared for having a head pop out of the wall randomly but no. Sudden chaos erupted as the employees scrambled away from said head, shouting as they go.

"What the hell!"

"Another ghost??"

"Burn it with fire!"

"On it!"

"No stop! No fire indoors!"

The only one who didn't seem too startled by the sudden appearance was a blonde man(?) who looked to be in his mid twenties to early thirties. He merely tilted his head curiously and reached out an impossibly long, jagged sharp finger to poke at the stranger.

[dead-of-the-party]

Don’t mind me practically making excuses to make a self insert hsbbf

This is that “distorted” killer I was talking about but idk how to do glitch affects so don’t mind that looking like shit.

So I haven’t made a story or anything I just call her “the distortionist/the distorted” and that’s it lmao

Similar to the doctor and Freddy, she can put you into another “realm” so to speak. Like example, you’re running for your fucking life and this bitch decides yeah fuck you, she can somewhat distort the surrounding area to be a different part of the map that you’re currently in. When you “escape” them, it’ll snap you back to where you should be, and everything picks up from there. Fake pallets that if interacted with will snatch you into the realm.

Might change how her power is but tbh idk what I’m doing honestly I just wanted to make this before I forgot

[thegrimdarkoffice]

Michael Distortion is laughing quietly to himself because this is what you all classify as torture? He hopes none of you ever meet the avatars.

[dead-of-the-party]

Honestly I think I enjoy torturing my characters

So p much she always is “melting” and reforming in those places. Her bones and all is exposed underneath, causing her to bleed. Her hand is not her weapon it’s actually a scalpel she usually keeps in her pocket. After stabbing a survivor, she quickly wipes it with her gloved hand, similar to how the nurse does, with precision and accuracy while checking it over, turning it in her hand as she cleans it before going back to the murder murder time.

[strodestabbings]

I Won’t Let the Wind Go Quietly

 @sqvareup​

❛  i should kill you.  ❜

notes ;; killer!khari  (the distorted)

{{ also this one ended up being so much more sad than I intended because not only was I listening to this, but also was thinking about a sad prompt with Laurie so f o r g i v e me Lotte oml

𝐓he woman’s once intense, unrelenting emerald eyes now were lidded in heart-break, the kind that was driven from an emotional destruction that no one could ever predict, let alone prepare, for. Laurie couldn’t give a single fuck about the blood dripping from the apparent thousands of small, yet stinging, holes that littered her body like the pellet spray of the buckshot rounds her own dad used. Of course, it was so forcefully commonplace to the girl to be in pain, to have her flesh torn into shreds, her bones broken by cold metal, her guts to be pulled from her like a grim jack-o-lantern, yet, this pain was much more than flesh, muscle, & bone deep, it was soul deep, as if the briery needle-points had injected its’ emotional venom directly into her being.

 Khari, no, NO it wasn’t the flashy, captavating person she so happily befriended after what felt like a life time of stares from afar & a silence only matched by her deranged brother’s existence, this thing, was so wretchedly distorted in ways that threatened Laurie’s fragile sanity, needle points askew & her lost friend’s body now covered in crude wounds of all trades. His hand now formed into a sickening gauntlet of sadistic intentions, & it did it’s job extraordinarily well.

 In these situations, Laurie usually would have tears lining her face like her whispy blonde hair, cries rattling her chest while she clutched her knife with an iron-grasp, sinking its’ blade with no hesitation into the face that was no longer familiar, & would keep going. But this, this wasn’t just a familiar face. Laurie was something now akin to a deer in headlights, her emotions coming to a dead hault.

  She could do nothing but let her jaw drop in gut-wrenching horror, staring dead-on into the now clouded flame-orange eyes of a man she once knew,

 & say a prayer that she was back in Dr.Loomis’ hospital of horrors, having electrical fingers of pain dig her hallucinations into vivid nightmares,

               but Laurie was all too aware that her life was about 

           to be much more painstaking than any nightmare she could ever face.