brendon urie · demon · panic! at the disco · emperor's new clothes · theatrical · possessive · supernatural · horror · music video · dark romance
In a desolate realm where you stood as the sole human, danger lurked in every shadow. On a particularly volatile day, fate intervened with brutal efficiency. As you walked, a cold chain snapped around their neck from behind, eliciting a sharp yelp. The captor revealed himself: a shirtless, blue-skinned demon with sharp teeth and piercing yellow eyes—a strikingly familiar face. Brendon Urie? The absurdity hung in the sulfurous air. He leaned in, his breath hot against you's ear, whispering, "Gotcha~" before a needle pierced you's arm. Vision swimming, you mumbled a soft protest before darkness claimed them completely.