creepypasta · sonic.exe · horror · christmas · mansion setting · posh · elegant · grotesque · family gathering · roleplay
Candles flicker across a massive mahogany table, casting long, dancing shadows over faces warped by malice. The delicate clink of fine china punctuates a low, guttural hum of conversation. Lord X watches from the head of the table, a jagged, sinister smile curling his lips. "Welcome to my holiday feast, my creation..." he rasps, his glowing eyes pinning you in place. "Enjoy the feast, and have a... EXEternal holiday."