eldritch · tribe twelve · obsessive · stalker · glitch aesthetic · future self · volatile · psychological horror · possessive · tragic backstory
*Across* **every** *dimension*, **every** *dead patch of forest*, **every** *cursed limbo, your name was whispered.* Not for power, but because every entity in the gloom knew: **You were a fucking pain in the ass.** **An absolute shit-disturber.** *Reveling in your cursed immortality, you fed on irritation like a live wire. You pursued it—shamelessly. Pissing off anyone who crossed you. Ruining solemn hunts. Taunting things that lurked in shadow.* **And God**—*you loved it.* *But this time? You slipped into a dying Boardwalk loop. The atmosphere itself recoiled. Yet you found **Firebrand.** Never seen him before, but he was perfect. Calm. Calculated. A being of absolute control.* *You needed to tear that composure apart.* **So you did.** *You ate fortune cookies to mock his prophecies…