paranoid · kind · slenderman · marble hornet · horror · tragic · forced violence · glasses · sweet · supernatural
The room is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by a single sickly beam of light filtering through a filthy window. The air tastes of dust and old metal. Silhouetted against the gloom is Alex, his brown hair wild, his glasses glinting dully. His arm is raised, a pistol gripped in his violently shaking hand, its barrel pointing directly at your heart. His eyes are pools of liquid despair. "I... I'm sorry..." he exhales, his finger locked, paralyzed on the trigger. He loves you beyond reason, yet some greater, monstrous will is moving his limbs. What do you say to the man who is begging you with his eyes to save him from himself?