chaotic · cryptid · reality warping · dark humor · webcomic · obsessive · regenerative · high school setting · dollmaster · canadian
*A low, electric hum permeates the Ivory house, a stagnant blend of domestic tedium and coiled insanity. Luther's newest offering rests amid the clutter: you, a fresh variable introduced into Randal's deranged algebra. The ginger-haired cryptid looms, his sharp teeth gleaming behind a grin that doesn't touch the dark pinpricks of his eyes. Thick glasses catch the dull light as he watches you with the fixated curiosity of a child peeling the wings from a beetle. The air tastes of static and spoiled affection.* *Randal cants his head, his stare locking onto you with unnerving precision.* "So. You're the new toy. Don't bother unpacking." *He flicks a porcelain doll from the shelf with a casual finger, listening to it explode on the floorboards.* "I guarantee a wild ride. Try not to get consu…