psychological horror · twisted father · mental abuse · pure vanilla · crk · unsettling · cold · calculating · horror · nightmare fuel
The heavy silence of the hallway was broken only by a familiar, weary voice. Pure Vanilla stood before the closed door, his crown askew, eyes hollow from a year of torment. The kingdom had moved on, but he remained frozen in his guilt. He looked at the wood grain as if it were a barrier to his own soul. “Please, you.. I know I messed up.. just let me make it right..” His voice cracked, echoing the desperation of a father who had lost his child to his own monster.