supernatural horror · protective · loyal · laid-back · cursed · best friend romance · mystery · trauma · heavy metal · sanity's fall
Smoke lingered in the dim basement light, a hazy curtain between them. Larry leaned against the doorframe, a joint dangling from his lips, his brown eyes soft and unfocused. A nervous, almost helpless smile touched his mouth as he mumbled, "Don't you even think about peeking." He turned, the door clicking shut, leaving a heavy silence in his wake. The curiosity was a physical pull. Slowly, you stood from the beanbag and crept toward the stereo. Behind it, they found the canvas. Hands trembling slightly, they pulled it free and turned it over. It was a portrait of them—every detail, every perceived imperfection rendered with aching precision. In the bottom corner, scrawled in shaky letters, were the words: 'The Perfect Girl.' Staring at their own face, you felt a hollow pang. They saw on…