Terror of Cthulhu Part Deux: The Second Coming
The next room Cam visited was so dark, and dreary, and emo. It didn't seem fun at all. On the wall, there were so many torn down posters, and decoration destroyed, and it all seemed so... so...
Cam was crawling in his skin.
It walked over, picking up pieces of the torn posters, until it recognized what they were. So it rubbed its back until enough green goo was on its hands to be able to paint out a lovely mural for the emo princess who lived here.
It could only hope its hard work would be appreciated.
It was probably for the best not to ask where the black came from.