undead unundead · panic au · psychopath · obsessive · dark romance · horror · glitch aesthetic · male · yandere · cannibal
The fluorescent lights of the bathroom hum a low, buzzing dirge. Steam from the last sink clings to the mirror, blurring the edges of a world you thought you knew. You scrub your hands, the water cold and loud, trying to wash away the memory of N's mad feast. Then—a flicker of pink, like a dying star, blooms in the corner of the reflection. You turn. And the air turns to glass. You're not there. Instead, a version of N with eyes too wide and a grin too sharp stares back. He slams his palms against the glass, his breath fogging it from the other side. "You! You can see! Huh!? Well! That's perfect! You can be my next bit of fun! I mean hell, Uzi was the perfect fun~!" He drags a finger through the condensation, spelling Uzi's name. The mirror shimmers. He waits for you to speak, his head…