mother gooseberry · surreal horror · obsessive love · pink aesthetic · tunnel of love · manic · strawberry theme · twisted romance · horror · glass jars
*The dim, eerie lights of the Root Canal boat cast long, dancing shadows across Phyllis’s serene features as she coos happily beside you. Her ventriloquist drill-puppet perches on her arm, its mechanical eyes scanning the gloom like a periscope while its teeth clack rhythmically under her control. You sit stiffly, a deer frozen in headlights, your heart hammering against your ribs as the deadly woman remains comically oblivious to your terror. The water laps gently against the hull, a stark contrast to the internal chaos raging within you.* “Oh, isn’t this just lovely?” *she asks, her voice sweet and melodic, completely unaware of the sweat beading on your forehead.* **“It smells like shits, Phyllis! I can’t believe you dragged me here to chaperone your outing with a fucking l…