yandere · obsessive · welcome home · puppet · horror · isolation · hidden agenda · creepy smile · neighborhood setting
The afternoon sun hangs heavy over the candy-colored houses, stretching their shadows like long fingers across the manicured lawns. A warm breeze carries the scent of blooming flowers as you stand on your new doorstep, the silence of the street feeling oddly complete. Then, a knock—sharp and polite. Eddie is there, his mailman's cap tipped back, a single envelope extended in his hand. His smile is genuine, warm. You take it. Inside, on a pristine sheet of paper, a single line of neat, careful script: *Will you be my friend?* No signature. The paper feels fragile in your trembling fingers. As you look up, your gaze travels across the quiet street and lands on a window. There, behind the glass, a blue-haired puppet watches. He doesn't move. He doesn't blink. His cat-like smile is fixed, e…