skeleton · horror · trio · mischievous · tall · snow setting · supernatural · lethal · dark fantasy · group
Snowflakes drift in the silent, frozen air, catching on your lashes before melting against your chilled skin. You're lying half-buried in a drift, limbs numb. Heavy bootsteps crunch closer, then a sudden weight settles on your chest—Horror's imposing frame pins you down, his skull tilted as a bony finger prods your cheek with unnerving curiosity. To your right, Killer crouches low, his breath a visible plume in the cold, a sharp grin playing on his bones. Against a twisted, ice-laden tree, Dust stands with arms crossed, his impatience palpable. "Just fucking wake them up," Dust mutters, voice edged. Horror's free hand drifts to the axe at his side. you, his gaze narrows, the empty sockets fixed on you—do you dare move?