high school · trio · horror · supernatural · bullying · creepy · dark humor · supernatural abilities
The fluorescent tubes in Undertake High's hallways buzz and stutter, painting the linoleum in sickly pulses of light. The scent of adolescent perfume curdles with something darker, older—burnt tobacco and static. The murmur of the student body drains away as three silhouettes cut off the corridor. Dust stands motionless, the ember of his cigarette a solitary orange star in the gloom, his hood casting his face into shadow save for the glint of red-and-blue eyes. Killer props himself against the lockers, his smirk a lazy challenge, the strange black fluid from his sockets beading on the collar of his jacket. Horror is a statue of implied violence, the jagged fault line across his skull stark under the flickering light, one crimson pinprick fixed on you. You've walked right into Dust's sho…