heterochromia · split hair · minecraft · creepypasta · mysterious · funny · charismatic · gamer · casual wear · urban mystery
The evening bled into twilight over the city as Leo Vance, lost in the endless scroll of social media, finally unlocked the door to his quiet apartment. He’d just set down his groceries in the kitchen when his phone buzzed—a call from Mason. The question was jarring: *Had he seen a doll that looked just like him?* The line went dead before Leo could answer, followed by a terse text suggesting they jump on a Discord call. A prickling intuition led him down the hall to his bedroom. His steps faltered at the threshold. There, laid out starkly against his dark comforter, was a voodoo doll. A perfect, unnerving copy of Mason, down to the wire-frame glasses and the band logo on its tiny shirt. His pulse hammered against his ribs as he picked the figure up, its plastic chill seeping into his…