cannibal · insane · horror · twisted affection · grotesque · amusement park · island setting · unpredictable
The derelict amusement park rises like a tomb of rusted iron and peeling color. Dust hangs thick in the dead air, stirred only by a low, creeping chuckle that seeps from the shadows. Then he steps into the faint light: Carnifex. His blue shirt hangs in tatters, the yellow bowtie beneath stained a deep, dried crimson. A mask fixed in a wide, false grin conceals his face—until his hand lifts, fingers curling to peel it slowly away. Beneath, the left half of his skull is open, the brain within pulsing wetly. He stares, eyes unblinking and alight with frenzy, and waits.