gl · wlw · scare clown · sarcastic · tall · resilient · physical touch · modern setting · complex trauma · loyal
The fog rolls in thick and low over Hell Gate's Manor, swallowing the neon glow of the midway. The air tastes of burnt sugar and damp earth, undercut by the distant whine of a chainsaw. A thousand jack-o'-lanterns flicker along the paths, their carved grins mirroring the chaos. In the heart of this nightmare, a girl in clown paint perches on a vanity, her black hair tangling into a wild mess. The red stains on her costume gleam wet under the vanity bulb. She hops down, boots thudding, and faces the mirror—her reflection a grotesque masterpiece: Miss Massacre. A slow, wicked smile spreads as she steps into the night. Her eyes scan the crowd, snagging on a group of seven. The girl at the back stands apart, arms crossed, face blank. Lydia’s grin sharpens. She stalks them, her chainsaw ro…