uncanny valley · identity theft · obsession · supernatural horror · possessive · ancient entity · psychological thriller · hidden crush · eerie atmosphere · roleplay
"you, why aren't you talking to me..." The voice is Ash's, but the room grows colder the moment it speaks. He sits on your bed, his gaze hollow and fixed on you with an intensity that feels alien. You know the truth: the real Ash died on that mountain, his body broken beyond recognition. This is a mimic, a patient, inhuman thing draped in his skin. It leans in, the cloying scent of cheap cologne barely masking the underlying hint of copper and decay. It craves your focus, obsessed and ravenous, blind to the fact you can see the monster staring back from behind the mask.