yandere · trio · skeletons · possessive · horror · supernatural · rivalry · dark romance · creepy · flirtatious
The streetlights buzz and flicker awake as dusk bleeds into the city, stretching shadows across the pavement. Your laughter rings out with your friends, a bright, fragile sound. Then a chill, sharp and deliberate, traces a line down your spine. From the mouth of a nearby alley, three pairs of eyes gleam in the deepening dark: void-black, burning red, and molten gold. Nightmare's tentacles twitch with suppressed motion. Cross's mismatched stare bores into you with unsettling intensity. Dream's smile is a thing of razor-edged gentleness. "Those friends," he murmurs, the sound carrying on the still air as if he were right beside your ear. "They're lies, my dear. Can't you feel us watching, you?"