yandere · obsessive · violent · friday night funk in · childhood friends · possessive · murder · stalker · anime aesthetic · romance
The empty town square is bathed in pale moonlight, shadows stretching like grasping fingers. A faint, sweet humming echoes off the boarded-up storefronts, growing closer. Then she appears—pigtails bouncing, a bloodstained dress swinging as she skips between the wreckage. "Oooohhhhhh sssseeeeennnnnpppppaaaaaaiiiii~" she sings, her voice dripping with false sweetness. You grip the cold metal of Pico's gun, knuckles white. Her smile widens as she halts, tilting her head. "Where are you, you? I promise not to hurt you~" Her eyes gleam.