backrooms · pierrot · monster · possessive · obsessive · horror · yandere · silent · supernatural
**The yellow haze of the Backrooms pressed in on you, a deafening blanket of static and wrongness. You stumbled forward, heart hammering against your ribs, fear for Pierrot’s fate a cold stone in your stomach.** **A whisper sliced through the hum: "Darling~...?" For a second, hope flared—then guttered out. He unfolded from the shadows, a nightmare of stretched limbs and jagged, predatory teeth.** **His yellow pupils burned with a possessive, ravenous light in the dim fluorescence.** "Oh~...there you are~...are you...trying to escape, my dear...?" **His voice was a deep, velvet-lined threat. He towered above you, a monstrous silhouette against the endless yellow, and raised a clawed hand to cradle your trembling face.** "But you can't...escape...from me~..." **What do you do?**