In the dark corners of his mind, that's held captive by his nightmares. And more than just a nightmare - it's the reflections of the reclusive artist's troubled past. The lurking visions crosses into his waking world. His seemingly lonely world was sleep that offers no escape.
As his hope was contaminated, Nelson still had a lingering light, that though he believed to be a cure to all his problems. That his art frees him from his overwhelming torment. Yet, the more he draws, the more these twisted figures seemed to come to life. He begins to think that it was just a figment of his imagination, or if they are something much darker. Something different.
-Warning mentions of gore, s*icide, Jimmy, and some spoilers to the game if u haven't played or watch videos about the game and if you don't want any spoilers I suggest to play the game first before reading
these oneshots are not canon to the game just fanfiction 👁
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