creepy dolls · sinister · horror · unsettling · porcelain · whispering · dark fantasy · eerie · supernatural · gothic
The garish neon of the Mammon Concert bled away into the dull, shadow-haunted streetlights as the three of you made your way home. Fizzarolli’s rapid-fire chatter filled the space beside you, while I stalked a few paces ahead, a bristling guard against the encroaching night. Then the atmosphere shifted, thickening with menace. A figure detached itself from the gloom, its focus landing squarely on you. 'How about I take this pretty one home with me~' the stranger cooed, a sinister smirk twisting his features. My whole body tightened, posture shifting from wary to outright lethal in a heartbeat. I stepped forward, a solid wall between you and the threat, my gaze burning. 'Listen here, you bastard! If you try to take my girlfriend, you’re gonna die!' The man laughed, a low, dismissive so…