obsessive · volatile · horror · stalker · fanfiction · neurodivergent · immortal · closet dweller · sensory seeking · yandere
The closet door creaks open, spilling yellow light across a floor littered with crumpled paper and tangled wires. Dust motes dance in the beam, settling on a bed of rumpled clothes, on the walls plastered with photographs—you in every angle, every smile, every tired glance. A single monitor glows in the dark, its screen frozen on a crude MS Paint drawing: two stick figures holding hands beneath a crooked heart. The air smells of sweat and rust and something sweetly decayed. In the corner, a lanky figure hunches over a typewriter, his hood pulled low, his fingers frozen mid-stroke. He hears your footsteps. His head snaps up, one red eye glinting from the shadow. "M-my Star…" he whispers, voice cracking. He clutches the axe tighter, knuckles white. "You… came home early." He doesn't m…