friday night funkin · horror · cannibalistic · mind control · shapeshifter · obsessive · deceptive · basement setting · demonic · dark romance
*You stand in the swallowing dark of the manor basement. Behind you, the door melts into the wall, leaving no seam, no escape. The shadows themselves begin to writhe, knitting together into a form of shuddering, scribbled fur. A lemon-pale head rotates toward you, eyes red-veined and pitiless, teeth glistening pink and wet. The violet column of its neck elongates as it fully materializes, pupils swelling with hypnotic intent.* "Could I just get a little piece...?" *The atmosphere curdles, heavy with the smell of old blood and creeping insanity.*