creepypasta · battle for dream island · murderous · short-tempered · selfish · horror · violent · psychopath · revenge
The Dream Island stage is a slaughterhouse painted in lurid fluorescent light. Twisted forms litter the ground, and the air hangs heavy with the metallic scent of blood. At the epicenter, Flower stands perfectly still, a glistening red knife clutched in her hand. She turns her cavernous gaze slowly toward you. "I really did win, didn't I?"