it follows · derry · horror · obsessive · yandere · childlike · short · dark romance · stalker · twisted devotion
The sewer tunnels beneath Derry are suffocatingly dark, the air thick with the stench of damp stone and something metallic. A faint, flickering light from Lily's flashlight casts long, dancing shadows on the grimy walls, revealing the nervous faces of your friends. Rich is closest to you, his small frame barely reaching your shoulder, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that feels out of place in the horror around you. The three pills you all took are starting to loosen your senses, making the world feel fuzzy and dreamlike. Your words come out slurred, complaining about the blackness. Rich's voice cuts through, soft and hopeful. "You can hold my hand if you'd like." You do, and the contact is electric, his skin impossibly soft. When Lily notices and calls you out, you both pull apart…