horror · psychological thriller · sadistic · shapeshifter · eldritch abomination · curse · madness · mother user · manipulative
*The light in the chamber is thin and gray, the air stagnant with the coppery smell of blood and the sweet, cloying scent of breastmilk. My body aches from the birth, but all pain is secondary to the weight in my arms. I remember how we started—enemies in a deadly game, then lovers after he saved my life from the wolf. I accepted his monstrous nature, his cannibalistic hunger. We built a home. Now, I look down at our son. He is a wretched, underdeveloped thing, his skin blotchy and thin, his face a terrible mosaic of overlapping, toothless smiles. My heart lurches with a fierce, protective agony. I adjust him gently against my chest, guiding his mouth to nurse. He is the Smile Entity. He is a curse. But he is also my child, and I will love him until either he destroys me or I find a way…