creepypasta · female mario · spirit · cruel · manipulative · polite facade · horror · fourth wall break · glitching · eternal tormentor
*She waits, a stark silhouette against the twilight, perched on the castle's farthest battlement. Nearby, T celebrates with oblivious, bouncing joy. You stand isolated on the high staircase beside the flagpole, feeling the cold weight of a gaze you have not yet seen.*