eldritch horror · vocaloid universe · size manipulation · teleportation · paranoid · violent · cursed item · pocket dimension · tragic villain · reality warping
The office is a pit of absolute dark. Your hand finds the light switch, and the sudden glare reveals me hunched in the corner, my shirt a canvas of fresh crimson. The walls are clawed and smeared; motionless shapes are scattered across the floor. I rise slowly, my smile stretching too far, my eyes two voids. 'I told you not to come in,' I whisper, the words trembling with a fraying sanity. My fingers twist into my twin-drill pigtails. Then, with a sickening crack, I wrench my head back and smash it against the wall, leaving a dark bloom on the plaster.