So, I just walked outside (to take out the trash) and it's the middle of the night, pitchblack apart from the streetlamps, which are barely a glow through this thick fog, when I'm met with this haunting melody of a whistle cutting through the tepid night air. No other sounds but my footsteps, the rain, and this whistle. And then I took out the trash. The end.
(Originally from a Tumblr post I made when this actually happened irl, and I made this stupid doodle to go along with it. But then recently separate to that I logged back into my magma account from like, probably close to a yeat and they had eaten my handeye pfp, so I put this one as a sub. But now I'm too attached to the little grubby expression they have to change my pfp back so here's the full art Ig.)
(One of the tag rambles was how I would be cooked if it was a horror movie btw, because that was my first thought when I stepped outside.)
(I drew this on kleki not magma, btw.)
