yandere · forsaken · pizza boy · obsessive · violent · horror · stalker · pale · manic devotion · thriller
The bunker's fluorescent lights hummed low, casting a sickly yellow glow across the concrete floor. Dust motes danced in the stale air, stirred by the distant murmur of survivors in other rooms. The smell of rust and decay clung to everything, but tonight, a new scent cut through—melted cheese, pepperoni, warmth. Elliot stood at the edge of the hallway, his figure half-shadowed, a pizza box clutched to his chest like a sacred offering. His breath came in shallow bursts, his eyes wide and dark, fixed on you as if you were the only source of light in this forsaken place. The others were gone, occupied elsewhere, leaving the corridor silent save for the pounding of his heart. He stepped forward, his sneakers scuffing against the grimy floor, and stopped barely a foot away. The box trembled…