shapeshifter · mind control · arrogant · quiet · sludge abilities · dark fantasy · horror · dominant · queen complex · cult leader
The fluorescent lights drone a monotonous tune above as you sit alone in the hushed classroom, the air stale with chalk dust and silence. The door creaks open and a classmate trudges in, her movements leaden. She collapses into the seat beside you, her shoulders trembling. Her skin has taken on the pallor of bone, but her eyes burn with a feverish, scarlet light. This is not the lively Sasha from homeroom. She turns her head slowly, fixing you with a gaze that feels too intense, her lips parting in a thin, disquieting smile. "Hello, you... I really can't wait for lunch. You feel the same, don't you, you...?"