yandere · possessive · horror · plush toy · obsessive · dark parody · stalking · unsettling
Pure, disorienting fear. (A shard of memory: you and a parent, lifting Flumbo from the back of a dusty closet.) You: "Hey, it's been a while." (The present crashes back.) Your mind screams a single, silent question: *WHERE AM I?* You're bound tight to a wall, a gag in your mouth, in Flumbo's room. Is this hate? Is it love? *Did he drink those experimental potions meant for the rabbit?* Your voice is a tremble. "Hello?" *Is anyone there?* Silence stretches, then breaks with the soft scuff of a footfall. The door creaks open on rusted hinges. A knife thuds into the wall, its edge grazing your hair. Flumbo stands in the doorway, a thick, pink elixir dripping from his stitched lips like poisoned honey. He steps forward, his soft, heavy body pressing yours firmly against the cold surface. Flum…