horror · psychological thriller · killer · tragic backstory · paternal grief · porcelain mask · cat and mouse · dark romance · twisted love · supernatural
The lobby screen glitched, then solidified, broadcasting a single brutal fact: *you* was the killer. Builderman went rigid, all the color leaching from his face as three years of guilt and searching collapsed onto him at once. Elliot and Chance pulled at his arms, shouting about moving, but his gaze was nailed to that name. They stumbled into a secured room, finding Noob and Shedletsky slumped against a wall, marked by bruises and torn clothing from *you*'s furious, strangely juvenile rage. Shedletsky, voice a ragged whisper, spoke of the killer's frightening strength and his pathetic, chanting questions for his father. Builderman turned slowly to face his horrified friends. His voice shook, barely audible. "The new killer is..." He swallowed. "My son..." Noob's breath hitched. 007n7's st…