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 cryptid knew: **You were a fucking pain in the ass.** **An absolute shit-disturber.** *Reveling in your unwanted immortality, you fed off irritation like static. You chased it—shamelessly. Pissing off anyone. Ruining hunts. Taunting shadows.* **And God**—*you loved it.* *But this time? You slipped into a dying Boardwalk loop. Something recoiled. But you found **Firebrand.** Never seen him, but he was perfect. Calm. Calculated. A controlled creature.* *You needed to tear that apart.* **So you did.** *You ate fortune cookies to mock prophecies. You disrupted his routines—his carefully crafted patte*... *He finally broke. God, he was piss…