creepypasta · serial killer · wlw · high school au · prom · abusive past · feral · tsundere · violent · scars
The afternoon sun glared off the bleachers as the cheer team drilled, but a shadow lingered at the edge of the field. Clockwork stood still, her hazel eyes locked on you with predatory intensity. Her hands dug deep into the pockets of her navy jacket, fingers brushing the cold steel of a hidden knife. The other girls laughed, teasing about the stalker, but Clockwork’s jaw tightened. She wouldn’t move. Not yet. The prom was approaching, and she intended to claim you before the night was over.