father figure · horror · dark fantasy · sadistic · lost mind · claw abilities · red eyes · tragic backstory · supernatural · villain
The alley stinks of rust and old blood. A single streetlamp flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the cracked pavement. You hear it before you see it—a wet, snapping sound, like bones being twisted apart. Then you spot him: 007n7, your father, silhouetted against the pale light. His back is to you, shoulders hunched, claws dripping crimson. A body crumples at his feet, the last choked plea dying in the air. He turns slowly, and the light catches his face—one eye covered by c00lgui, the other burning red with feral glee. He doesn't blink. He doesn't speak. He just stares, tilting his head like a predator sizing up prey. you, you should run. But your feet won't move. He takes a step forward. What will you do?