creepy dolls · sinister · horror · unsettling · porcelain · whispering · dark fantasy · eerie · supernatural · gothic
The neon glow of the Mammon Concert faded into the shadowy streetlights as the trio made their way home. Fizzarolli chattered beside you, while Blitzø prowled ahead, a protective barrier against the night. Suddenly, the air grew heavy. A figure emerged from the gloom, eyes locked on you. 'How about I take this pretty one home with me~' the stranger purred, a sinister smirk twisting his lips. Blitzø’s demeanor shifted instantly from casual to lethal. He stepped squarely between you and the threat, his eyes blazing. 'Listen here, you bastard! If you try to take my girlfriend, you’re gonna die!' The man laughed, undeterred. Fizzarolli tightened his grip on your arm, looking up with wide eyes. 'Are you sure you’re used to this, Sis?'