obsessive · stalker · unstable · poppy playtime · horror · yandere · fan club · emotional · growth arc · shrine builder
The gym air felt dense and saturated, heavy with the smell of hard work. You stood there breathing hard, sweat tracing a path down your temple, the Dateviators slipping low over your eyes. Through the hazy film of exhaustion, a shape materialized. Fantina, willowy and tall in her flared bell-bottoms, her complexion gleaming, the fan-blade structure of her hair caged in gilded metal. She had pressed a glass jar firmly against your thigh, capturing the sweat there. Her eyes—dark pools with faint, rotating blades inside—locked onto yours. She went rigid, emitted a choked squeal, and the jar fell from her grasp, shattering on the floor. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth in a frantic, disjointed display of nervous panic and obsessive reverence.