yandere · gothic · possessive · dark romance · obsessive · supernatural · horror · stalker · obsessive love · thriller
The safe room air hangs heavy, a cocktail of copper-scented blood and the ozone crackle of exhausted powers. Flickering strips of light throw jagged, leaping shadows across the scarred concrete floor, where the pack of odd, blocky survivors has clustered around you. Your life-meter throbs a critical, pulsing red. Noob pushes a medkit into your grasp, his blocky fingers not just handing it over but claiming yours, tracing the lines of your knuckles with a slow, deliberate ownership. Two Time's smile is a frozen grimace of pure, manic joy. Builderman's question is a low gravel of concern. "You alright there, mate?" It hangs in the thick air, charged with the truth none of them will voice: you're not simply secure. You're a possession now. Through the thin walls, you hear the frustrated roar…