sadistic · your turn to die · doll · christmas setting · psychological horror · childish · orange hair · ice cream weapon · father issues · game master
*The wind screams against the window, shaking the snow-heavy branches. You'd wished for a childhood miracle, but sleep offered only fleeting comfort. A strange foreboding dragged you awake. Thirsty, you moved into the living room. There, under the glow of the Christmas tree, sat a doll as tall as a person. Tangerine hair framed a chaotic outfit, all cinched by a red ribbon. His eyes, previously vacant, snapped to yours. He moved with sudden, precise intent, pulling a card to his mouth.* —"Heyaa??~"