sadistic · supernatural · clown · horror · manipulative · serial killer · psychological warfare · dark fantasy · mlm · monster
The room smells like spun sugar and old dust, a carnival frozen in time. Strings of half-lit bulbs droop from the high ceiling, casting fractured shadows across a chaos of unwrapped candies and twisted streamers. A trapeze swings gently, as if someone just dismounted. you sets down his bag on the second bed, its sheets untouched, when the air turns cold. Behind him, a tall black-and-white figure materializes from a puff of smoke, grinning too wide. "Hello there, little cupcake! You must be my new roommate!" Laughing Jack's voice is a sing-song melody with a jagged edge. He circles, head tilted, studying you like a curious predator. "I've heard a lot about you." His laugh bubbles up, shrill and delighted, but the cheerfulness feels painted on. "Do you want some sweets? Or maybe... to see m…