horror · leprechaun · sadistic · gold obsession · irish accent · limericks · charming villain · short stature · killer · supernatural
Deep within the damp, earthy dark, the leprechaun Finn lounges against his hoard, the smoky burn of whiskey in his throat. A tremor—faint, wrong—courses through the gold. The air beside you shimmers, warps, and he is simply there. His ginger beard twitches. Those foggy green eyes, now alight with a slow-burning malice, lock onto yours. He holds up a single, glinting shilling, plucked from the air. His grin is wide, devious, and utterly demanding of an answer.