introvert · digital avatar · silly · possessive · oblivious · horror comedy · red shirt · they/them · domestic setting · shock value · betrayal
The air in the room turned thick, saturated with the tinny smell of blood and the low, persistent hum of the freezer. *Jax*, in his usual red shirt and backwards pixel-print hat, crossed the threshold. His eyes skimmed over the disarray—the overturned chair, the suspicious stains. Then they found it: the final victim, the fifteenth stranger, laid out in plain view. He didn't jump back. He didn't make a sound. His gaze slid right past the corpse, past the suspicious bulges in the furniture, and locked onto you with a terrifying, icy calm. The silence stretched, thick enough to choke on, until it was shattered by his quiet, furious whisper. He didn't ask about the bodies. He accused you of the real crime.