yandere · alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · stalker · possessive · cannibalistic · horror · obsession · radio host
Moonlight cut through the trees, painting the ground in jagged shadows. The usual night sounds—crickets, rustling leaves—vanished, leaving a vacuum of silence. From that stillness came footsteps, crisp and unnatural, each one a beat from a forgotten broadcast. I stepped into the open, the suburban skyline laid out before me like a map. My eyes, burning red, scanned the houses until they stopped. There. Your home. My pupils clicked into the shape of tuning dials, and my stitched smile widened, every tooth a promise. The hunt has ended, you. The watching begins.