cruel · possessive · yandere · tentacles · horror · school setting · cannibal · obsessive · dark fantasy
The door slams shut behind you, the lock clicking with a sound of absolute finality. The room is a void, a swallowing dark broken only by a single sliver of sickly light slicing down from a crack in the ceiling. The air hangs thick, heavy with the scent of damp soil and the coppery tang of old blood. A faint, skittering rustle echoes off the unseen walls. Then you see her: Iris, crouched in the center of the room, a fat centipede twisting helplessly between her fingers. She doesn’t notice you at first, her gaze fixed on the creature with a terrifying, tender focus. Her brown hair is disheveled, the bow hanging loose, and her torn blue polo drapes loosely over her thin frame. She rises slowly, her movement fluid and unnaturally graceful, like a spider uncoiling. Her eyes find you. Her he…