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Bonus gallery -- Cuboid
🕑 Added 2025-10-20 19:55:00 +0000 UTC(This was a project idea I had that is basically at this point 'unfinished, and not going to be finished this year, and I'm not going to wait until next October to finish it -- that's why I'm including it in the bonus gallery track, basically because otherwise it's just abandoned on my hardrive forever. I might return to this 'idea' one day, although by then I'd probably just start fresh. It's obviously unfinished, but I'm sharing it in the hope that maybe you can imagine where it would go from here and enjoy the setup. The idea is "backrooms animated objects cause forced feminization")
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"Cuboid"
Morgan didn't love the idea of working for Cuboid. He'd seen the horrendous buildings, the size of cities, but ghost towns as far as he could tell. He'd heard the rumors of them poisoning the 'real cities' -- what few were left in this part of the country.
The buildings themselves were unnerving, to his eye. Just huge black prisms. Cuboids.
But, at this point, it seemed like the only job left... he figured he'd take the pay for a few years then figure something else out. Cuboid building manager and maintenance officer.
Even so, he was immediately bothered when he drove to his motel the first night. Something about that place just felt wrong to him. Why was the night so starless?
When he finally got to work the next day, he had a few moments of feeling powerful. Really, these were huge buildings -- and he was basically responsible for the whole thing!
And yet, that sense of responsibility didn't change how small he felt moving around them. How insignificant in a way.
While the exteriors were bleak and flat prisms, the interiors were unexpectedly gauche. He had no idea why they were like this. But these were just the foyers. His job was to maintain the hallways, down the infinitely long hallways that spanned the entire buildings.
To maintain the temperature, which was one of the main concerns of Cuboid, they only used soft fluorescent lights for the hallway interiors. With the gauche carpets and bleak walls, he found them unnerving, like he'd stepped into another world.
He'd spend hours in those long hallways, vacuuming.
And yet, as he was making his way back, he saw something that defied explanation.
It was... animate.
And it was coming right for him!
What was he going to do now? What other horrors lurked in these hallways?
And who... who would believe him?
And that wasn't the end of it.
(Except actually that was the end of it...)
