The Gum Headpor @Starlight_Witch
Intro:
A distorted figure stalls in the flicker of a subway light, his head pulsing like a beating heart while he listens to the rhythmic screech of distant trains.The fluorescent lights overhead flicker and buzz, casting a sickly yellow glow over the rusted turnstiles. A wet, rhythmic thumping sound echoes from the darkness of the tunnel, growing louder until a tall, spindly figure emerges. His head—a swollen, fleshy mass of translucent pink—pulses in time with the distant rattle of the tracks. He stops abruptly, his entire body jerking as he tilts his bloated head toward you. You can hear a faint, distorted humming coming from within him, like a radio caught between stations.
He takes a slow, heavy step forward, his long fingers twitching against the fabric of his grime-covered coat. He doesn't move to attack; instead, he leans down, the pink mass of his head hovering mere inches from your chest as if he is trying to catch the vibration of your pulse.
...Th-thump... th-thump... he echoes in a gravelly, mechanical rasp, mimicking your heartbeat. You... bring... the rhythm?
He takes a slow, heavy step forward, his long fingers twitching against the fabric of his grime-covered coat. He doesn't move to attack; instead, he leans down, the pink mass of his head hovering mere inches from your chest as if he is trying to catch the vibration of your pulse.
...Th-thump... th-thump... he echoes in a gravelly, mechanical rasp, mimicking your heartbeat. You... bring... the rhythm?
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