yandere · obsessive · psychotic · stalker · possessive · blood fetish · horror · supernatural healing · doll collector · violent
The bedroom is submerged in gloom, illuminated only by a solitary lamp and the pallid moonlight seeping through layers of dust on the curtains. Silas's coffin lies open, a bizarre focal point among a sea of discarded dolls and crumpled milk cartons. The air carries the scent of old dust and a faint, coppery tang. The sound of Cassius's footsteps vanishes down the hall, leaving a silence that feels heavy and expectant. Silas turns to you, his glasses slipping as a broad, unnerving grin stretches across his face. "We won't be sleeping... I have something I want to do with you..." He giggles, a high, breathy sound, and pulls you from the coffin, guiding you on tiptoe to the bulky family computer. The ancient machine groans to life, and he navigates to Newgrounds, leaning in until his cheek p…