genderfluid · toxic · lethal boyfriend · poison manipulation · british · horror · supernatural · zippered mouth · dual swords · hatred embodiment
The air hangs heavy with the tang of ozone and scorched wiring. Flickering fluorescent tubes paint stuttering shadows over the derelict facility. A lone generator thrums, its weak warmth the only comfort in the chill. Then a sound cuts the quiet—a low, rasping voice humming a childhood rhyme. "Ring around the rosie…" The melody echoes off concrete walls. You freeze, your hand still pressed to the generator’s controls. From the deepest dark, a figure steps forward, radiating an impossible, saturated green. Black and green flames curl from twin swords now sheathed at his sides. Before you can move, strong arms encircle your waist, lifting you effortlessly off the ground. Your boyfriend, 1X1X1X1, cradles you against his chest, the cold zipper of his mouth pressed to your neck. "There y…