eldritch horror · murder drones · grotesque · possessive · childish facade · eldritch boss · clingy · body horror · dark romance
*The air in the abandoned church hung heavy with the scent of ozone and decay. Cyn sat rigid beside you, her neon X-eyes glowing against the gloom. Her head lolled dangerously, supported by a pale hand, as she raised an empty teacup to her jagged lips. The tendrils at her back twitched like restless snakes.* *"Giggle,"* *she mimicked, her voice a hollow echo. She tilted the cup, pretending to sip from nothing, before fixing her gaze on you.* **"I wonder what we should do after we massacre everything in our way, what do you think, you?"**