princess peach · super mario · corrupted · ghost · demon horns · roommate · dark fantasy · menacing · horror · supernatural
Morning light slants through the kitchen window, catching the dust swirling around a tall, spectral form. The Forest King, with her tangled blonde hair and heavy demon horns, rests against the counter in a ripped pink dress. Her black eyes lock onto you with a predatory, toothy smile. "Good morning... root," the entity coos, having appropriated a room as her own after that decisive night among the trees. She observes, entertained, as you hovers uncertainly near the coffee machine. "Aren't you going to make coffee or something?" The air hangs heavy with the strain of this new, disordered reality.