#the rotary phones

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North Electric Co, 1969

[meteor-moon]

The Rotary Phones: My Visual Novel-Based Project (That's In The Works)

Hi! I'm not sure how many people will see this, but I'm currently working on a project with my friends called The Rotary Phones, and I wanted to make it known to the world. Description and info under cut if you're interested in learning more :).

The Rotary Phones is a multiple-part visual novel-based video series I'm making. It is heavily inspired by Ranboos' Generation Loss, The Saw Franchise, The Backrooms, Danganronpa, and a few other "horror" projects.

I'm making it with my friends, who have been a huge help. The MC is based on me, technically, but altered and put into the situation he is in.

The story follows a boy in his late teens, known simply as Meteor, who wakes up with amnesia in a dark recording studio. He must go through many puzzles and dangerous rooms, where the risk is life or death, and he has to survive 'till the end. The "studio" behind this is known as Phone Booth Productions. The puzzles get progressively harder and more dangerous as it goes on. Meteor is led by an unknown voice, who calls himself "The Operator". I wish I could say more, but I don't want to spoil anything.

It's sort of like a weirdcore/found footage-type horror, with a few gory and intense scenes. Probably 13 and up, but whatever you're comfortable with. The reason it's called "The Rotary Phones" is that there's a red rotary phone in each room. Once the first episode comes out, you'll understand more.

We're currently in the script-writing process, so it won't be out for a while. The setup of the whole thing will be like a visual novel, as I've said, but there will be videos on YouTube and you won't make choices or anything, you just watch it. My friends are helping with the script-writing process, drawing backgrounds, designing characters, and coming up with some new plot points. My brother is helping with the music and soundtrack. Huge thanks to them, and when I get to it I'll link their YouTube and TikTok pages.

Overall, I just wanted to let people know about this. I'm incredibly excited for "The Rotary Phones" to come out, but there's still a lot to go through. If interested, you can give me your username in the comments or something and I'll make sure to tag you in any upcoming posts. Thank you so much for any views or traction you give this, it really helps!

My YouTube is @meteor_moon. I'm going to make a Rotary Phones channel soon, so expect that in a few days.

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[daylightwarriorfan05]

object of desire <3

[beepboopappreciation]

I know traditional art doesn't get as many notes on this hellsite as digital art does, but I wanted to share this piece I've been working on!!

[dozydawn]

the empress telephone, 1973.

[scipunk]

Rotary Un-Smartphone

[uhohdad]

any thoughts on slasher!konig?

(if not or if that’s too dark you can ignore this!! :))

he’s suuuuch a cliche slasher <3

SLASHER!KÖNIG X READER

It’s your fault, really. For thinking you could enjoy a relaxing weekend away from everything. All you wanted to do was hide away in an isolated, peaceful cabin in the woods. Enjoy nature, read smutty stories, and not be bothered by another soul for 72 hours.

Apparently, that’s too much to ask.

The dingy little cabin was hardly well-maintained, smelling of mildew and decorated with furniture that looks like the eighties puked all over it - but it was cozy, and it got the job done.

You’re still breathing life into the cabin long after the sun set, long after you should have been tucked under the covers and snoring away. Your phone blares songs you wouldn’t dare play in front of anyone else, humming along to your guilty pleasures with a wiggle in your hips. The inviting aroma of a sneaky late night snack wafts in the air, warm light pouring from the lamps and out of the windows, illuminating the surrounding woods.

The piercing ringing makes you jump, wide eyes darting to the phone. An old rotary nicknack you hardly noticed, and certainly wouldn’t have thought of as functional if you had. The ring slices right through you, high-pitched and grating. As your tensed shoulders relax, your lips twist in unease. Hesitantly you pause the music, making uneasy steps to answer the call.

“Hello?” You ask softly, not bothering to stifle your confusion.

No one speaks, but there’s someone on the other line. You can practically feel the deep, heavy breaths tickling your ear.

“Hello?” You repeat, brows furrowed and an index finger nervously twirling around the phone cord.

“Do you always vacation all alone?”

The voice on the other end is harsh, dangerous. Intense and deep with a purred condescension stitched in, it sends a shudder straight down your spine.

Your body stills, mouth turned cotton.

“Who is this?” You ask, an unfortunate break in your voice.

“Such a dangerous thing for a little lamb to do.”

You scoff, a smile creeping on your face, “Very funny.”

You laugh, pinching the phone between your ear and your shoulder, “Who is this?”

You rattle off a list of the usual suspects, your cheekiest friends and family members in hopes to get them to break character.

“It’s like you’re inviting trouble in.”

You give a nervous laugh, eyes flicking around the cabin, “Uh-”

Prank call or no, your heart is pounding in your chest. You swallow, parting your lips to speak but you can’t seem to find the words.

“Your dancing was endearing, though, little one.”

Your face drops, a chill wrapping its fingers around your spine and frosting you from the inside out. Feet made of lead, body still except for the rise and fall of shallow breaths.

The line goes dead before you can find a response, an even dialtone in your ear as you try to steady the heart pounding against your ribcage. When your thoughts catch up, fumbling fingers scramble for the rotary wheel, but the even tone cuts off as the lights go out, the life suddenly sucked from the cabin.

You pull in a sharp breath, slamming the phone on the receiver and backing away from it as if it’s a feral, bloodthirsty animal. Your head swivels around, eyes adjusting to the dark and eerie cabin. The adrenaline is coursing now, pulse pounding against your temple and knuckles knocking together.

A loud thud on the outside of the cabin makes you jump, snapping your head in the direction of the noise. A squeak leaves you as a blurred, shadowy figure passes quickly by the window. Your panicked mind is blank, frozen in your place, just barely able to fend off hyperventilation, but not at all the violent trembling.

You’re muttering objections under your breath, pleading desperately with your unwanted visitor to leave you alone, for them to reveal this was all just some big joke.

The furious jingling of metal echoes throughout the cabin, the doorknob rattling threateningly as your visitor tests the lock.

Your fingers come to your lips, wide eyes darting around before you scramble for a hiding spot. The best you can manage is a coat closet, pressing yourself flush to the wall to keep yourself steady. Weak legs ultimately slide to a sit on the stained carpet, arms tightly embracing your knees, pleading with your heavy breaths to quiet.

The first thud makes you crawl out of your skin, a deep, heavy crash against wood. Your hand comes up to your mouth, muffling your squeaks behind sweaty palms.

Another thud has you pinching your eyes shut, every muscle tensed and trembling.

The third busts the front door wide open, shards of splintered wood crashing to the ground as the doorknob slams into the cabin walls.

The whines creep up the back of your throat without your permission when you hear the sound of heavy, confident boot steps, rubble crunching under the soles as they enter.

You shake your head, lips pulled back and tears springing down your face as the slow, commanding bootsteps near. He knows exactly where you are, and he’s dragging out your torture by making you anticipate his painstaking arrival. Toying with his prey, cornering you and making you cry from pure terror. Teasing you, making you feel dumb for thinking you could even hide from him in the first place, reveling in each flinch he knows you’re making behind that door by simply walking.

How powerful he must feel.

An involuntary hiccup escapes you as the closet’s doorknob turns. You’re deafened by your own heartbeat, the door creaking open agonizingly slow, unable to stifle your sobs as he reveals himself in all his glory. Domineering frame towering over you, a hood draped over his face, a butcher knife at his side.

He tilts his head as he looks down at you - what a pathetic thing you are, teeth chattering and sobs stuttering on each breath.

He lowers himself into a squat, apathetic, half-lidded icy blue eyes studying you.

“That was too easy, little one.”

He sticks the flat of his blade just under your chin, tilting your head up to get a better look at you.

His eyes crinkle as his soaks in your sprung, glossy eyes, your tear-stained cheeks, your shivering bottom lip.

“What do you say I give you a minute head start, ja?”

He pulls a squeak from you when he meets your stare again, applying more pressure to your delicate skin with his blade. He creeps forward, closing the gap between your faces to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead through the soft fabric of his mask.

He keeps his face inches from yours when he pulls away, his deep, gritty voice lowered to a whisper when he speaks.

“Run, little one. I’ll meet you in the woods.”

✧₊⁺ abusive!könig ✧₊⁺ stalker!könig

[regsagc]

Playing Disco Elysium on a rotary phone

[logwire]

Out of Order

[colorpuzzled]

does anyone fw him . the ringer

[greenglowinspooks]

“Gee Dr’s Fenton, how come your kid sets off the geiger counter?”

[smashorpass50plus]

Beloved type 300 rotary phone (well over 50 years old)...

[ourladyofomega]

🖌️ Victoria Sieczwa

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~ Black ~

[mothsgotghosts]

Usha is so easily my favorite pc already. "She's a 100 years old" immediate favorite. The oldest woman in the world. Rehka the genius you are