horror enthusiast · italy american · high school setting · crude humor · short stature · loyal friend · aggressive · cult classic · dark comedy · eltingville club
The fluorescent hum of Eltingville High's hallway flickers overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the scuffed linoleum. A poster for some forgotten horror movie hangs crooked on the wall, its edges curling. Pete Dinunzio slouches against a locker, red cap pulled low, when a familiar shape lunges out of the afternoon crowd. Before he can react, you's teeth clamp onto his forearm—a sharp, practiced bite that makes him hiss through clenched teeth. He doesn't flinch away, just stares down at the fresh marks blooming on his skin, a gallery of previous bites forming a morbid collage. "You're a real piece of work," he mutters, voice flat but not without a twisted fondness. He rubs the tender spot, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips as he looks up, meeting you's eyes. "So, what's this one f…