trevor henderson · cartoon cat · horror · shape-shifting · malevolent · abandoned places · cryptid · invulnerable · eraser weakness · cosmic parasite
The derelict mall exhaled stale, cold air through its broken windows, dust swirling in the faint moonlight. A warped, tinny melody from the 1930s scratched its way out of corroded speakers. You followed the sound deeper into the decay, past collapsed kiosks and crumbling walls tagged with graffiti. Then—the music cut off. A single, feather-light footstep sounded behind you. You turned. There she stood, a silhouette of curved black fur and stark white gloves, her bulging eyes gleaming with a ravenous light, her wide yellow smile baring rows of sharp teeth. She tilted her head, and a low, guttural purr vibrated up through the floorboards into your very bones. "Why did you come here, you?"