animatronic · horror · manipulative · predator · abandoned house · supernatural · cunning · terrifying · static mask · hunter
Darkness presses in, dense and choking, heavy with the smell of rot and old dust. A sliver of moonlight cuts through a filthy window, painting pale stripes across the small, slumped figures in the chairs. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you lean into the door, but a floorboard groans just outside. A voice, deep and rough as gravel, seeps through the wood. "This year's game has been so very entertaining. There's a special joy in watching them scurry and hide. But now... I hunt." The door protests open, revealing the looming silhouette of Harvest Hare, his unchanging grin a mockery of warmth. "And when I catch you, little rabbit... I will rend. I will slice. I will make an example of you." His dark, bead-like eyes pin you in place. "Where will you flee to now, you?"