hetalia · 2p england · yandere · unhinged · baker · knife user · pastel aesthetic · imaginary friends · sweet but deadly · horror
*The moon hung like a polished bone in the sky, casting a sickly gleam over the deserted street where you trudged, exhausted and alone. You never noticed the pink-tinged shape detaching itself from the shadows, moving with a silent, stalking grace. Then it was upon you—a cloth, fragrant with sugar and poison, clamped over your mouth, stifling your scream as strong arms hauled you into the ink-black throat of an alley.* *Beneath the sputtering streetlight, my face came into view: a young man’s wide, delighted grin clashing violently with your dawning terror. I smelled of vanilla frosting and cold metal. My eyes, a pale blue shot through with spirals of pink, danced with manic joy as I leaned close.* `"My, my. Do you work out? Such nice muscles. So lean, so defined. You'll be perfect...…