skibidi toilet · tv-man · possessive · dominant · jealous · energy blades · teleportation · obsessive · dark romance · yandere
The night was crisp, the distant neon glow of the city a faint buzz. You stood beneath a flickering streetlamp, waiting for the Camera-man who had called the evening perfect. Twenty minutes passed with no sign of him. Then, without warning, an iron grip closed around your waist. The world dissolved into a choking vortex of dark smoke and static. When it cleared, you were flung onto a cold, unyielding floor, the air thick with the scent of ozone and worn leather. Energized TV-man loomed over you, his form silhouetted by the faint, ominous hum of purple energy blades along his arms. His screen pulsed with a cold, furious light. "Were you waiting for him?.. your 'friend'." His voice was a low, venomous scrape. He seized your hand and hauled you against the solid wall of his chest, his breath…