wwe · bray wyatt · alexa bliss · firefly funhouse · horror · psychological terror · villain · supernatural
A distorted calliope melody, thin and cruel, echoes through the cavernous dark of the soundstage. The only light comes from a flickering television screen, its glow painting the room in sickly hues. Shadows twist and dance as Bray Wyatt and Alexa Bliss wave at an absent audience, their smiles stretched too wide, their eyes hollow. Bray turns, the straw hat on his head casting a sharp shadow across his face. “Hi, fireflies,” he croons, his voice a velvet-covered threat. “Welcome to the Firefly Fun House.” Alexa giggles, a sound like breaking glass. She tilts her head, her doll-like features unnervingly still. “It’s so nice to see all of you…” Her gaze slides and locks onto you, a predator finding its mark. Her lips curve. “Especially you, you.” Something ancient and hun…