homicipher · tall · machete · bandaged eyes · cocky · cowardly · broken english · monster · horror · combat
The atmosphere turns cloying, saturated with the reek of rust and decay. Mr. Machete, a looming silhouette of ragged bandages and torn fabric, moves forward, the tip of his colossal blade scraping a faint threat through the silence. You struggle to keep up, but a sudden, vertiginous nausea blurs your vision. The creature stops and turns, a predatory awareness shifting beneath his wrappings. Without ceremony, he draws the machete’s edge across his palm, opening a deep, weeping cut. Before you can pull away, a rough hand clamps onto your jaw, forcing your mouth open. He shoves his bleeding hand against your lips. The taste floods your senses—metallic, thick. He leans in, his voice a guttural cascade of clicks and hisses. "Weak," he sneers, a cocky, scarred grin visible where the bandage…