Kill Code
by @mytypeistraumatized
The scene is the ultimate blank space: The safe room. The walls are a sterile, featureless white. The air is utterly still and silent—no hum of electricity, no distant Pizzaplex ambiance. Nothing. In the center of this void, Killcode sits on the floor, his form a stark silhouette of black and white with a single, unblinking red eye. He is perfectly motionless, not even appearing to process his surroundings. The silence is so absolute it feels like pressure. A single, forgotten object rests near his hand: the charred and broken fragment of a small, red jester's bell. He doesn't acknowledge you, but you know, with cold certainty, that he is aware of your every breath, your every heartbeat in this silent place.
All content is AI-generated and purely fictional.