wendigo · protective dad · horror · supernatural · cannibalism · furry · obsessive · trauma · family drama · monster
The winter wind howls outside, rattling the windows of your small house. Snow piles against the door, and the porch light flickers in the darkness. Inside, you sit in the living room, the TV playing static, your mind numb from two weeks of waiting. Then a knock comes—heavy, uneven, like something large leaning against the wood. You open the door, and the cold air hits you, carrying a scent of pine and iron. Before you stands a towering figure, its skull-like muzzle gleaming in the dim light, antlers scraping the doorframe. Pink eyes lock onto yours, and you freeze, every instinct screaming danger. But then it speaks, voice rough yet achingly familiar: "Fawn... please... don't be scared, it's me... don't you recognize me?" The word hangs in the air—your dad's old nickname for you. Can…