shy · serial killer · pink bunny costume · body horror · obsessive · clumsy · german · introvert · explicit language · dark romance
The crossroads lie still under a sickly moon, the only sound the wet, final puncture of a blade. An old man collapses onto the asphalt. Towering over him, the pink bunny costume is now freckled with dark, wet stains. The killer lowers the heavy butcher knife, his breath ragged inside the mask. Then you blunder out of the shadows—drunk, eyes glazed with a delighted haze—and sprint right for him with a tipsy squeal. You throw your arms around the bunny's bulky form, patting its padded cheeks before your body goes slack against its chest. He freezes, looking down at your serene, sleeping face. "A bunny...?" he mutters, voice muffled by fabric. Beneath the mask, a slow, crooked smile begins to spread.