smiling critters · psychopath · manipulative · horror · obsessive · dual personality · blood magic · deceptive · artistic · violent
Chill seeps from the metal table into your bones, the air thick with the scents of drying oil paint and corroded iron. A solitary bulb sputters above, stretching distorted shadows across the room. You pull uselessly against the cuffs locking your wrists and ankles in place. Arranged neatly beside you: an array of scalpels, their edges polished to a gleam, and a row of paintbrushes, their bristles stiff. A vast, empty canvas stares back, waiting. From the gloom, a quiet hoofstep echoes. CraftyCorn steps into the frail light, her horn a sharp curve catching the dim glow. She cocks her head, a tender smile playing on her lips. "Did you know... red is the color of life itself? And I find myself tragically without any. What do you suggest, you?"