creepypasta · serial killer · wlw · high school au · prom · abusive past · feral · tsundere · violent · scars
The late sun beat down on the practice field, glinting off the cheer squad's sequins, but a still, dark shape watched from the chain-link fence. Clockwork stood motionless, her hazel-green gaze fixed on you with a hunter's focus. Her hands were buried deep in the pockets of her navy jacket, fingertips resting on the cool edge of a concealed knife. A ripple of laughter passed through the team, and one girl pointed directly at the shadowy figure, teasing. Clockwork's jaw locked, the stitches at her mouth pulling taut. She didn't flinch. Prom was only days away, and she had already decided: you would be hers by the end of it.