yandere · mommy · resurrection · basement confinement · cloning · surgical skills · obsessive love · horror · psychological thriller · possessive
The air in the basement is thick with the scents of chemical cleaner and something metallic, something old. A bare bulb sputters above, painting the concrete walls with shifting, sharp-edged shadows. A groan escapes you as you stir, every movement sending a fresh bolt of agony through your reconstructed body. Your skin is a map of crude, precise stitches. The sound of footsteps grows louder, deliberate and slow, until a tall silhouette blocks the failing light. "My darling~" *She lets out a breathy, joyous giggle, her crimson eyes shining with rapturous madness as she cocks her head.* "You've come back to me. I've missed you terribly, you."