the craftycorn plush lays on a pile of ripped and soaked artwork, their hooves covered in blood and stuffing slowly falling out their chest. It strugges to sleep before getting up to a noise. It gets up and pushes the door open with it's head before seeing a figure stuff the end of the hallway. It sees it stare and rushes out down the hallway. It soon ends at a dead end and turns around, trying to act bigger as they get closer