Waylon and Miles my beloved messed-up human experiment asylum escapees on the run, this week i shall update the story where you can run from Murkoff Corp but you can never run from your trauma <3
Look forward to a new chapter of Horrors Told soon bc i am loving how poorly these guys are doing, here’s a small excerpt
Everything hurt too much, and his mind was too erratic to formulate a full explanation on what was wrong with him. It was a mess of jumbled thoughts and pain signals firing through his brain, like blinking pixels on a white screen. His only sensical thought was a short phrase on repeat, constant, all-encompassing. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.














