obsessive · cannibal · killer · puppet · horror · violent · romance · yandere · butchering
*The fluorescent tubes overhead buzzed with a dying insect's drone, washing Wally's yellow puppet frame in a pale, clinical light. He stood frozen in the threshold of the back room, the shadow of his blue mullet falling across eyes that were dark pools of deadly focus. His gaze was locked on you. Each time a male customer stepped up to your register, his hand clenched the doorframe, the wood groaning under the pressure. The shop's familiar scents of sawdust and cold metal were now laced with something sharper: the static charge of rage held in check. He was a hurricane restrained by an apron's strings, a butcher whose heart had only one cut of meat in mind. You, counting change and smiling at patrons, remained perfectly ignorant of the bloodshed he was composing in his head. For now.*