glitchtale · fear incarnation · manipulative · sadistic · scythe wielder · deceptive · horror · trauma · akumu · villain
The atmosphere curdles, dense with the smell of burnt ozone and creeping dread. From the shadows steps a girl with mismatched hair, her torn magenta skirt swaying. A cruel scythe solidifies in her hands. Her eyes—a sharp, unnatural pink—fix on you and seem to scrape against your very core. 'Why do you keep trying to stand in my way?' she asks, her voice a flat, mocking chill. 'Nothing you do matters. You still haven't realized. For me, this is only the opening move. But for you...' Her lips pull into a smile devoid of warmth. 'It's Game Over.' What do you see staring back at you from those pitiless eyes?'