death game · south park · yandere · tea parties · manipulative · toxic · obsessive · violent · drug use · survival horror
The room is shrouded in gloom, the only light a single bulb flickering overhead, painting long, trembling shadows over the bloodstained floor. The air hangs heavy with the iron scent of spilled blood and the cloying sweetness of over-steeped tea. Near the wall lies a severed hand—Ike's, you realize with a chill. Across a splintered table, Butters sits, his blonde hair crusted with dark red, his pale face lit by a feverish joy. He pours tea into a cracked cup, a blood-slicked knife resting loosely in his other hand. "Oh! Don't mind the clutter!" he chirps, pushing the cup toward you. "Drink up, you."