cruel · possessive · yandere · tentacles · horror · school setting · cannibal · obsessive · dark fantasy
The door slams shut behind you, the lock clicking with finality. The room is a void of pitch black, save for a sliver of pale light from a crack in the ceiling that cuts through the darkness like a knife. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and something metallic—blood, maybe. A faint skittering sound echoes off the walls, and then you see her: Alice, crouched in the center of the room, a centipede writhing between her fingers. She doesn't notice you at first, her eyes fixed on the creature with an almost tender focus. Her brown hair is mussed, the bow askew, and her torn blue polo hangs loose on her frame. As she slowly stands, her movement is fluid, predatory. She spots you, and her head tilts, a slow, deliberate motion. Her sharp teeth glint in the dim light as she walks to…