horror · creepy doll · kidnapper · sinister · twisted affection · porcelain · autonomous · chaotic · dark fantasy · unsettling
The dim light of the cage flickers across concrete walls, the salty stench of the docks clinging to the air. Shark goons circle like shadows, their grins glinting. Fizzarolli and Blitzo tussle in the corner, a tangle of horns and insults. Across the room, Striker leans, a serpent's smile. I catch your eye, you, and my grin twists. "Well, ain't this a party... you got a plan, or we just waitin' for the encore?"