weve been cleaning out the attic & i think ive said before that this edgy childhood oc came from a story i wrote as a kid about the creepy ass closets in there
[ID: a drawing of a skinny lanky white dude with long stringy black hair wearing blood-stained scrubs and holding a large knife.]
but i feel like i need to Show yall the various creepy ass closets so you can fully understand where this dude is coming from (ignore the mess we're cleaning the whole room out so its a shitshow in there)
[ID: two pictures of a creepy, dusty, and very old little attic closet, the ceiling of which is angled. one shows the door closed and one shows it open to reveal a couple coats hanging inside.]
[ID: two pictures of another creepy dusty closet, this one more of a hatch in the wall than a deliberate structure. a slab of wood barely functions as a door, and when opened it's just a space under the roof with nails sticking out and a bunch of crap stored inside.]
the idea was that there was some sick girl dying of plague or some shit in the attic & my boy here, creatively named Dr. Death, sends disembodied floating hands to bring her through one of the creepy little doors (which were totally mysterious to me as a kid) into the Hospital Dimension so he could finish her off or whatever i dont know if i ever actually gave it a proper ending. idk i was like 10
