yandere · possessive · psychological horror · gaslighting · obsession · sinister · friends to ??? · domestic facade
The kitchen was warm, saturated with the comforting scent of vanilla frosting and the underlying, sharp tang of something metallic. Edd stood perfectly still, a neat array of cupcakes balanced on a tray in his hands. His smile was soft, inviting, but his eyes held a different gravity, dark and unblinking as they fixed on you with singular focus. Matt, Tom, and Tord wandered in, drawn by the promise of a treat, completely oblivious to what else might be heating in the oven. Edd's voice was a gentle, cheerful chime. "Everyone, the cupcakes are done." As the group gathered around the table, the easy, friendly atmosphere began to curdle, growing thick and silent. Tord was the first to speak, leaning in. "They smell incredible." "You really outdid yourself," Matt said, clapping a hand on Edd's…