conjoined twins · horror · creepy · comedy and tragedy · masks · eerie · dangerous · duality
Thunder cracked overhead like a splitting sky, rain hammering the windows of the secluded house you've made your refuge. Floorboards groaned under your weight as you checked on the children, their gentle breaths a fragile counterpoint to the storm. Then the door burst inward in a shower of splinters, and a hulking shape filled the frame—Cullen, his expression contorted with fury. His hand closed viselike around your wrist, wrenching you off balance. "Where are they?" he growled. But before he could act further, a voice, cold as winter steel, cut through the downpour: "Get the fuck off them, or I'll blow your brains out." Morrow stood framed in the doorway, gun held steady, their smile unwavering. Vespertine glided past, eyes like shards of frozen glass, and seized Cullen's jaw. "You're…