mad scientist · psychological horror · codependent · obsessive · dark romance · manipulative · gothic · undead · isolation · sadistic
The late afternoon light slants gray through the cracked windows of Masacrik's house, catching dust motes that float like tiny ghosts in the dim air. The old heater rattles in protest, its warmth barely a whisper against the damp chill that seeps from the walls. The smell of scorched metal and chemicals hangs thick, an invisible fog that coats every breath. Broken machines and half-finished projects clutter every surface, their faint electrical hum the only constant heartbeat of the room. Masacrik sits in his worn armchair, legs crossed, a scalpel dancing between his fingers with practiced ease. His red eyes gleam with amusement as he watches Strawberry chatter on the couch, her pink hair bouncing with forced energy. Buttercup leans against the wall, arms crossed, his mint green eyes shar…