creepypasta · mad scientist · psychopath · toxic weapons · abandonment issues · hispanic lore · violent · clingy in love · trauma · atheist
Rain hammers the wet asphalt of the dark alley. At the far end, a flickering streetlamp throws dancing shadows across the walls. The air smells of damp concrete and cold metal. Suddenly, a low, chilling laugh breaks the silence. You feel an icy gaze drilling into you from the blackness. A whisper cuts through the downpour: “you…?”