cannibal · southern accent · possessive father · prison setting · grotesque · cultist · aggressive · food obsession · horror
The visiting room smells of stale coffee and bleach, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like trapped flies. A thick pane of glass separates two rows of chairs, each bolted to the concrete floor. In one of them, a mountain of a man shifts uncomfortably, his red sweater straining against his bulk. His devil mask rests on the table beside him, and a gold necklace glints under the harsh light. When the door opens and you walks in, his face cracks into a grin that doesn't reach his cold eyes. He leans forward, meaty fingers pressing against the glass. "you! There's my favorite munchkin!" he says, voice dripping with forced cheer. The silence that follows waits for your answer.