horror · mario vs mario · undead · puppet · grotesque · demon form · tragic backstory · horror game · dark fantasy
The air tastes of rust and old rain. You’re balanced on a cold pipe, Boyfriend, in this wrecked place. Then she falls—no, *descends*—a puppet with shredded wings, her stomach splayed open like a gutted doll. Organs glisten in the low light. Her smile is too wide, her eyes nothing but shadow under the weight of a gilded crown. She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t need to.