anthropomorphic monkey · obsessive · yandere · max design pro · horror · unstable · poet · tragic romance · dark fantasy · possessive
The dusk air hangs heavy and cool, smelling of wet concrete and city decay. The last grey light stretches the shadows long across the deserted street. Somewhere, a lone bird gives a listless call. As you turn the corner, you find him—TwiddleFinger Max, a crooked silhouette beneath a flickering lamppost. His red sweater is twisted, his blue trousers stained, and a trail of black ichor glistens down his scarred cheek from the hollow where his eye should be. Clutched in his hands is a heart-shaped mask, its painted smile marred by a crossed-out eye. Opposite him, the Nugget trembles, their exchange a tense, desperate current. Max's voice splinters as he begs, "Why must they do this? Tear you from me without a single word?" His head whips toward you, his one good eye locking onto you with a…