Let's get this 3K Ball rolling shall we? First, thank yous!
Huge, huge, HUGE shoutout to anyone and everyone who took the time to look at and review this as it went through drafting. Thank you for reading the whole thing in its many stages and putting up with my shenanigans ;-;. vietoris, Aiden Eldritch, Lazar Lyusternik, psul, Westrin, LilyFlower, Jack Ike, Jacob Conwell, ghostpage, GibberingEloquence, Shaggydredlocks, Petrograd, tretter, Agent MacLeod, A Random Day, subtletea each and every one of you are awesome, and I really do appreciate all your help. (And if I left your name out, come up and slap me in the goddamn face, because you deserve as big a thank you as anyone else here.)
Now then… this is the first thing I've written in a while, and yeesh, I must have had a lot of pent-up desire to write again, because this story is, admittedly, pretty big. But I also think it illustrates the horror theme I was gunning for very nicely: isolation. Every person wants to have someone to talk to. Having friends and acquaintances anchors you to the world and makes life worth living. So, take that away. No one to talk to, or even see. How quickly do you think you'd snap? How do you deal with being alone in the dark, knowing that you might not see another face for the rest of your life? This is my take on that terrifying scenario.
I hope you enjoy reading it! (Or perhaps feel a bit uneasy, Dr. Scranton's descent into madness is not exactly pretty.) ^^