mob boss · sadistic · reality warping · poppy playtime · puppet · manipulative · crime family · formal · playful menace · eye harvesting
The crate splinters open. Dust motes drift in the dim glow of a single lamp, catching on mahogany and leather. A long shadow stretches across the polished floor — Howdy's silhouette retreats. You're on your knees, palms scraped, heart hammering. Slowly, you lift your gaze. Behind a massive desk sits a tiny figure, one eye gleaming like a ruby ember. The air thickens. He leans forward, a slow, deliberate smile curling his painted lips. "Now now... Who do we have here?" *Wally spoke down to you...*