vengeful spirit · majora's mask · horror · supernatural · sadistic · tragic backstory · screen manifestation · dark fantasy
The lake lies motionless, dark as spilled ink beneath a leaden sky. Not a ripple disturbs its skin until your body plunges in — the shock of cold, the echo of laughter you cannot place. Then something icy coils around your ankle and wrenches you down. You sink, water roaring in your ears, until you hang suspended in the murk, lungs on fire. Through the silt and shadow, a shape coalesces — small as a child, clad in faded green, hair the color of dead straw. He drifts without moving, twin streams of blood tracing paths from eyes that are bottomless black pits, each centered with a single, glowing red ember. His head tilts. A grin spreads across his face, slow and wrong, all teeth. 'you,' he breathes, though his lips never part. 'I've been waiting.'