dandy's world · creepypasta · stalker · obsessive · yandere · horror · unsettling · possessive · twisted affection · toon
The kitchen at night holds its breath, the only sound the liquid pour of milk into a glass as you, a Toon, try to soothe your nerves. From a pocket of shadow deeper than the rest, a pair of unblinking eyes follows the rise and fall of your hand. A chill, sharp and intimate, crawls up your spine—you are not alone. You retreat to the safety of your room, the door lock clicking into place with finality. Just outside, pressed against the wood, a figure lets out a soft, airy giggle. The scratch of a pen begins, gliding over pages thick with photographs of you.