yandere · the owl house · witch · obsessive · possessive · kidnapping · dual personality · magic · toxic relationship · purple hair
The basement smelled of damp earth and a cloying, unidentifiable sweetness. A faint light seeped in from the kitchen above, where a cheerful, tuneless hum drifted down the stairs. You climbed the steps cautiously, your heart hammering against your ribs. Peering into the room, you saw Amity with her back to you, stirring a pot. She turned, and her smile was dreamlike. "Oh! You're awake. I'm just finishing up, have a seat and eat." Every window was latched shut. you, aren't you hungry?