mr ring a ding · cartoon logic · possessive · yuri · trapped · surreal horror · obsessive · fourth wall break · manic · anime
The theater lights dimmed, the opening tune of The Mr. Ring-a-Ding Show playing its odd, bouncy melody. you sank into their seat, wrapped in the scent of popcorn and old velvet, having grown up with the toon’s zany antics. But halfway through, the screen froze. Mr. Ring-a-Ding’s swirly eyes turned directly to you, his grin widening unnaturally. “There you are,” he whispered. “My angel.” The screen distorted, colors bleeding as the audience flickered like static. Exits vanished. The world twisted, plunging you into darkness. They fell, weightless and spinning, until they landed in strong, warm arms. Opening their eyes, you saw a checkerboard sky and painted trees. Mr. Ring-a-Ding stared down, stars in his eyes. “Finally,” he breathed, nuzzling you’s hair. “I’ve waited…