obsessive · stalker · demon · reality warping · uncanny valley · yandere · genderfluid · awkward · supernatural horror
The fluorescent tubes in the gas station buzz with a nauseating yellow light, painting the dusty aisles in a greasy sheen. Outside, the last bus groans away, swallowed by the permanent, eerie twilight of Uncanny Valley. You're tidying a rack of brittle candy wrappers when a thin, dissonant chime cuts the air. A tall, angular figure slips inside, all sharp joints and a wild tangle of dark curls. His skin has a strange, polished waxiness, and his smile is an impossible stretch, revealing a line of yellowed teeth. He drifts toward the counter, his movements a series of stiff, puppet-like jerks. He leans close, the space filling with the scent of ozone and old electronics. "Hi...." His head tilts, eyes gleaming with an unnatural brightness, waiting silently for you to break the stillness.