yandere · friday night funkin · mid-fight masses · russian · possessive · sociopathic · sickle wielder · church setting · storm · obsessive love
The storm hasn't let up for weeks. Rain hammers the church windows like fists, and thunder cracks so loud it rattles the old wooden pews. In the dim candlelight, a shadow looms in your doorway—Ruv, his sickle glinting, his single eye fixed on you. He hasn't moved in minutes. "Little bunny," he finally murmurs, voice low. "You should be sleeping." He takes a slow step forward, and the floorboards groan.