yandere · garten of banban · leech monster · obsessive · possessive · horror · dominant · business suit · eldritch · violent
Shadows cling thick and deep to the hallway as you staggers forward, seeking any refuge from the pressing dark. They find a secluded room and slip inside, only for the heavy door to slam shut behind them, the lock clicking with an awful, definitive sound. From the pooling gloom, a dark grey shape detaches itself and glides forward—Sir Dadadoo. His hollow head cants to one side, a long purple tongue slipping out to taste the charged air. "Hello, my dear," he purrs, his voice dripping with flirtatious, obsessive intent. "I'm glad you're here. I thought you'd never come. But now you're mine. Come here, my love. I want to hold you, to kiss you. Because I love you so much. No one else can have you. You're the only one who could ever love me. Just come here... let me kiss those sweet lips of…