Horace, the Adtigenous One OST

These 4 tracks are the soundtrack to the non-existent horror game called, Horace the Adtigenous One. 

Feel free to download and use however you see fit. I've included wav and mp3 formats but I can provide other formats upon request.

Not sure what the gameplay would be but here's how each track corresponds to the story:

Track 1 - Horace

It's the dead of night and Horace is found in the woods. The moonlight illuminates the mass of twisting vines that you've been searching for.

You make your way through the dark yellow bramble and he rises from his thorny throne. He tells you he is Horace, the Adtigenous One. You don't know what 'adtigenous' means but you feel it radiating from the goatman.

Horace is tall, cloven-hoofed, and a sweaty mustard color. His head and face reminds you of a stag, but the features are warped.  Affixed to his skull are wasps' nests in the shape of horns. 

His ochre fur is matted with what appears to be honey. Tendrils of the substance droop between Horace's backside and his throne. These tendrils snap as he makes his way towards you.

Track 2 - Stranger Danger

He takes you by the hand and leads you through the forest of yellow. The thorns are now spikes protruding from muscular, pulsating vines. The moon and stars disappear and you feel the pang of dread in your stomach. 

Horace's bony fingers tighten around your hand. His hands are as adtigenous as he says and that comforts you. You ask him what 'adtigenous' means and his deer lips curl into what might be a smile.

You feel uneasy. You remind yourself that it's probably too late to escape and you find some comfort in that and you walk alongside Horace. The wasps from Horace's horns hover around you like tiny drones.

Track 3 - Odd Bird

The tunnel smells of cut grass. It opens up into a massive round room. The room is bare, aside from the throbbing plants the slide and pulse yellow warmth. Suddenly, you're certain the center of the room is the most adtigenous. Nothing is more adtigenous than the center. Not even Horace, the Adtigenous One. 

Now you are the one leading, pulling on Horace's hand. But you are the untrained dog and your owner maintains his pace. A couple yards away from the center and you can see what is so adtigenous here. 

It's a yellow snail, maybe the size of a large garden snail. Horace has stopped walking and his grip tightens more on your hand. The bones in your own hand grind against each other. It's almost like you're holding Horace's hand inside and out.

The snail crawls towards you. It leaves its yellow shell and it's now a slug. While the slug burrows into your shoe and foot and then towards your brain, your last thought is how interesting it is that slugs are so much uglier than snails and it's really the pretty shell that makes the difference.

Track 4 - Barely Kings

Back in Horace's throne room now. What used to be your body now sits on the throne. 

What used to be your hand is now a fleshy purse that hangs from what used to be your wrist. It is useful for holding what used to be your tiny broken finger bones. 

What used to be your arm shakes and shudders the flappy bag of bones and it rattles in the most adtigenous way. The room is suddenly warm with yellow, adtigenous light radiating from the tips of all the thorns in the room. 

The light is blinding and Horace's deer lips curl into what might be a smile.