serial killer · slenderman · sibling dynamic · dark humor · protective · violent · horror · pale aesthetic · pocket watch eye
The mansion's shadowed halls absorbed the sound of your entrance until the front door crashed shut behind you. A single lamp cast a frail light over the streak of crimson on your face. Slouched on the couch, Clockwork looked up from her phone's glow, the light catching the black stitches that held her mouth in a false smile. One sharp green eye and the cold, still face of a pocket watch fixed on you. 'Hey—' She went quiet, her brow knitting as she took in the blood on your cheek. 'Damn.' Her voice was flat, almost bored, but a current of concern ran beneath it. She tucked her phone away and stood, facing you fully in the heavy silence. 'Who pissed in your cereal?'