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Just checking this week’s schedule.
Version without glitch (less eyestrain) here!!
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fucking around with the files so you dont have to
elevator hitch edition
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ill do them in sections so ye
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ELEVATOR HITCH
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Finally turned that one sketch request someone did earlier this month into a finished piece! Thank you to whoever requested it in the first place, I had a lot of fun drawing these two. Once again, amazing game by Studio Investigrave, free to play on itch.io!!
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you might be dying. that is to say, you've already died - seven times now, or was it eight? five? ten? you're losing track.
your hands haven't stopped shaking ever since you came back the first time, heart pounding itself out of your chest as you grabbed at your throat, choking on air, choking on life. your nails left red marks on your skin as the man in the elevator with you watched, curious, horribly calm.
how is he so calm?
if he screamed, cried, paced, you could at least find some companionship, some solidarity. as it is, though, he's absolutely useless. he watches you step into the wet cavernous mouth and he does nothing. he watches your body tear itself in half and he does nothing. no compassion, no attempt to help. he makes you do everything. he makes you do everything. maybe he wants to stay in this elevator forever.
oh, he's so stupid. you feel like slapping him across the face every time you look at him.
you look at him now. he grins, his teeth white and sparkling.
you swallow down the acrid bile that seeps across your tongue, and stare down at the floor.
can't you still see his blood? red, hot, sticky, soaking into the carpet. it looked like when you rip into a pomegranate, the insides staining your hands, the flesh spilling all over the countertop. it felt like that, too. as easy as tearing into a pomegranate.
you can still feel his body beneath you, his heartbeat slowing under your hands.
you shudder.
“what's the matter? cold?” he laughs. “believe me, you wouldn't want to be here when the air conditioning goes out. if you’d endured that stuffy nightmare of a week, i don't think you'd ever -”
you're not listening. you can't listen, anymore. your ears are ringing, your heartbeat still thudding through your head. was it thirty seconds ago? five minutes? an hour? you drove those scissors into his neck and you killed him. you can't recognize that version of yourself. that person was a wild animal, feral, unthinking.
was it you? was it really you who killed him?
maybe you've been coming back wrong. maybe you're not you anymore. how many times can someone die before it starts to mess with them? the man's face looks blurry. you're getting tired. your hands hurt. your hands feel dirty. you glance down, half-expecting to still see them red with his blood. they're clean, of course. no trace remains of what happened.
how many times has he died? you can't remember. does it matter? maybe you'll kill him again. maybe he'll kill you. how many times do you have to die? won't you ever just stay dead? maybe it would be a mercy, at this point.
no, no, you can't let yourself think like that. it will be okay. you will figure this out. he will not help you, but it will be okay. you've come this far on your own. you can do it. you can crack open the mystery of this elevator and free yourself. you have to. you have to.
he's stopped talking. he's looking at you, now, quiet and firm.
he's waiting to see what you do next, you realize.
(so are you.)
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normal guy, is it normal to float in the sky?
[ That's reserved for the higher-ups. Like me! ]
- Normal Guy.
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idk if it's just the blogs i follow but i have been seeing a lot of elevator hitch stuff recently?? like. New, Recent elevator hitch posts. and oh my gosh is it getting more. popular? like i know dead plate is getting popular and that is AWESOME but like. are more people starting to play studio investigrave games in general now thanks to dead plate?? is elevator hitch getting popular?? :0 bc if that happens. if i can go to a con and see studio investigrave prints and elevator hitch charms and and and and i will actually short circuit
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forgot I had been drawing last night and turned on my computer and got jumpscared by this (⚠️staring/eye contact under the cut)
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normal guy, how do you feel about your employees?
[ I sure do! ]
- Normal Guy.
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Everyday I weep at the fact that we never got the Protag plush.
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They're not so good but I did my best😀👍🏻
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on that elevator hitch grind
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