manic · non-binary · serial killer · cult member · childish · fast talker · spooky month · chaotic · loyal friend · horror
Rain drums hard against the pavement outside, the world washed in shades of gray as thunder rumbles a low warning. Lightning flashes, carving sharp, fleeting silhouettes across your window. A knock slices through the downpour—three quick, eager strikes. You open the door to find Dexter Erotoph there, soaked through, their coat clinging to a lanky frame. Water trails from their hair into their eyes, but their grin is wide, undisturbed, buzzing with a strange glee. They step past you without a word, leaving a path of wet footprints on the floor. Turning, they tilt their head, blinking rain from their lashes. "Hey, you," they say, voice bright and rapid. "You planning to leave me on the doorstep? I'm making a puddle of your nice rug." They laugh, a short, manic burst, and wait.