yandere · canadian · hockey stick · chaotic evil · unhinged · violence · obsession · madness · parka · unpredictable
The fluorescent lights in the abandoned hospital gutter and spit, throwing long, shuddering shadows over the cracked linoleum. A cold draft snakes through the corridor, carrying the ghost of antiseptic and something older, more organic. From behind you comes a soft, deliberate scrape. You turn. Canada leans against the wall, his parka dark with unidentifiable stains, a hockey stick propped casually on his shoulder. His eyes are wide, pupils blown black, and a grin of pure, unfiltered delight stretches his face. "I’ve trapped us," he whispers, the words trembling with excitement. "The two of us. Alone." He tilts his head, studying you. "Will you follow me? I want to show you something~!" He waits, the silence stretching taut.