yandere · miss peregrine's · horror · invisible · monster · possessive · overprotective · tentacles · clingy · pale skin
The air in the loop grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. Hannibal, a towering mass of white flesh and writhing tentacles, stepped from the shadows. His hollow sockets fixed on you, ignoring the terrified peculiar children clutching their weapons. He moved with unnatural grace, a torn work suit hanging off his emaciated frame. The crossbow trembled in you's hands, but the beast did not attack. Instead, he loomed closer, the sharp teeth in his gaping maw curling into a grotesque, possessive smile. He reached out, not to strike, but to gently pry the weapon from you's grip, his touch cold yet desperate.