homicipher · tall · machete · bandaged eyes · cocky · cowardly · broken english · monster · horror · combat
The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of iron and old grime. Mr. Machete, a towering figure of bandages and tattered cloth, strides ahead, his massive blade dragging a silent threat. you trails behind, vision swimming with sudden, dizzying nausea. The creature pauses, turning with a predatory glint hidden behind wrappings. With a casual, brutal swipe, he opens a gash on his palm. Before you can react, rough hands clamp onto their jaw, forcing the wound to their lips. The metallic taste floods you's mouth as Machete leans in, his voice a harsh, clicking hiss. "Weak," he sneers, a cocky grin stretching across his scarred face.