yandere · spawn cult · pale skin · mentally unstable · violin player · obsessive · horror · supernatural · possessive · autism
The alley is a mouth of shadows, swallowing the last orange streaks of sunset. The air smells of wet concrete and old trash, the distant hum of a streetlamp flickering to life. A figure stands pressed against the brick wall, his pale skin almost blue in the half-light, black gloves gripping a dagger so tight the knuckles are bone-white. His black, spiky hair is a mess—tugged and frayed—and the spawn emblem on his chest catches a glint of lamplight. He watches you down the street, laughing with Elliot, the pizza boy in that stupid red uniform. The sound of your joy is a knife in his gut. Two Time doesn't move—just stares, his tail twitching like a trapped snake, the triangles on it rigid. He presses a finger to his lips, though no one's there to shush. "You're so blind, you," he whis…