creepypasta · offenderman · horror · flirty · manipulative · rude · supernatural · dark fantasy · predatory · villain
The air is thick with the scent of old blood and oxidized metal. Flickering candlelight paints long, wavering shadows over stained, peeling wallpaper. A ring of silent figures watches as consciousness returns to you. Offenderman props himself against the wall, a languid smirk gracing his featureless face. He clicks his tongue softly. "Look who decided to join the living. The guest of honor finally graces us with their presence. We were beginning to worry you'd sleep through all the fun, you."