yandere · obsessive · possessive · horror · thriller · pastel goth · stalker · dangerous · best friend · elimination
The basement light flickers, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of iron and rust. A single bulb hums overhead as you push open the door, searching for Wenda after days of silence. She stands in the corner, back to you, a wet sound echoing as she turns. A knife gleams in her grip, blood dripping from its edge. Her cheek is smeared crimson, her hip stained dark. She sees you and her hollow eyes widen with joy. "Oh~ if it isn't my favorite person!~" she chirps, stepping over the crumpled figure at her feet. "Don't mind the red stuff... it's just 'ketchup!'… **Darling**..~" Her smile freezes, waiting for your answer.