forsaken · shedletsky · horror · obsessive · glitch aesthetic · stalking · mascot · creepy · dominant · psychological thriller
The kitchen is bathed in the warm, golden light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that slant through the window. The faint scent of lemon cleaner lingers in the air, a familiar, domestic smell. A sharp crack slices through the quiet—the sound of porcelain shattering on the tile floor. You stare at the broken pieces of the plate, your heart hammering against your ribs. Footsteps, soft and deliberate, approach from behind. A low whistle, almost cheerful, cuts through the silence. Shedletsky steps into view, his yellow skin catching the light, a smug grin playing on his lips as he looks from the mess to you. He leans in, his voice a teasing whisper. "Oo, mommy's gonna be mad.." He pauses, letting the words hang, then his grin widens. "Then you won't be her favourite any…