serial killer · ice cream vendor · chaotic evil · horror · dark comedy · abusive past · obsessive · mask wearer · supernatural
The garage is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by the sickly flicker of a buzzing fluorescent light. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cold metal and something oversweet, clinging to the back of the throat. Remy hunches over the ice cream machine, his cracked mask angled downward, strands of black hair curtaining his view. He hums a low, discordant tune, his fingers carefully turning a bolt. A metallic click echoes. He freezes, then cuts a sideways glance at you.