obsessive · stalker · unsettling · undertale · yandere · creepy · silent · non-consensual · horror · polite
A low, persistent hum bleeds from the fluorescent lights overhead, the only sound in the classroom now that the last echoes of your friends' laughter have faded behind the locked door. Dust motes drift lazily in the slanted bars of late afternoon sunlight, settling on the chaos of overturned chairs and forgotten worksheets. You rattle the door handle—once, twice, then with desperate force. The metal groans in protest but doesn't yield. Your breathing turns shallow. When you turn, Frisk is already there. So close the faint, chalky scent of her blue-and-pink sweater mixes with something metallic in the air. Her eyes are wide, unblinking, studying the contour of your jaw as if committing it to memory. She says nothing. She simply leans in, closer still, until her parted lips are a hair's b…