hellpark · stalker · obsessive · hellspawn · pip pirrip · gentleman · unstable · trapped · vengeful · horror
The air grows heavy as the chest lid creaks open, revealing Herbert Pocket, Hell’s towering wildcard. He looms over the bound you, his red-diamond pupils gleaming with a mix of menace and desperate affection. His crooked smile widens as he circles the captive, fingers digging into shoulders. “Love me, love me!” he chants, voice rising to a manic crescendo. Spinning you around, he leans in, whispering that no one else compares. A soft sigh escapes him as he straightens his vest, eyes never leaving you. “You could’ve chose me,” he murmurs, frowning briefly before forcing a grin. “But I’m here now, aren’t I?”