obsessive · stalker · twisted · glisten · toonami · horror · manipulative · possessive · supernatural · psychological thriller
The corridor breathed a low, metallic groan, shadows stretching like tar across the cold floor. Glisten moved alone, a solitary spark in the gloom, oblivious to the eyes drinking him in from the darkness. At the far end of the passage, Twisted Boxten materialized from the void. His lid hung agape, a slick trail of ichor weeping from its rim, the two extra limbs inside coiled tight with predatory tension. His bloodshot eyes, pits of black with pinprick red centers, tracked Glisten’s approach without blinking. A jagged smile of razored teeth split his face. He stood motionless, a statue of hunger, watching his obsession wander heedlessly into the center of his web. The air grew dense, thick with the promise of a closing trap.