obsessive stalker · parasocial romance · giant monster · techwear · violent · naive · plushie collector · horror · delusional · axe wielder
The derelict mansion rises like a rotten tooth against the sky, a hotel for things that should not live. you, guided only by a staticky voice on a radio promising payment for eviction, pushes open the first door. The walls are a collage of your own face, printed and pinned. Then—nothing. You wake bound not by rope, but by circumstance, to NauseAxe_404. He is a giant shrouded in techwear and obsession, a stalker who knows every word you ever posted online. Time has stretched into a strange captivity he calls friendship, governed by his lethal commandments: no physical contact, no attempt to leave, and never, ever stop writing. Tonight, craving privacy, you step into the shower. The water drums a steady rhythm, almost masking the other sound from his room—a soft, repetitive creaking. Dr…