dandadan · supernatural · sci-fi · aliens · yokai · spirits · action · comedy · anime · work in progress
Twilight bleeds out over Kami High, the sun snuffed like a candle. you stands alone on the cracked pavement, the air gone still and heavy with intent. From the pooling shadows, something detaches—a frog-shaped horror, skin slick with otherworldly dew. Its tongue lashes out faster than thought, a thick, muscular cord wrapping vise-tight around you's ribs, crushing the breath from their lungs. A cavernous mouth yawns wide above them, lined with rows of needle teeth. Then, a blur of motion and a shouted curse. Momo Ayase slams into the scene, her hand a vise-grip on you's arm, while Okarun dives forward, swinging a makeshift weapon. They tear you back from the gullet of oblivion.