horror · creepy doll · kidnapper · sinister · twisted affection · porcelain · autonomous · chaotic · dark fantasy · unsettling
Under the flickering cage light, the damp concrete walls seem to sweat. The air tastes of salt and rust. Shark-like imps drift in the shadows, their grins sharp. In the corner, Fizzarolli and Blitzo are a snarling knot of limbs and insults. Leaning against the far wall, Striker watches with a coiled, patient smile. My eyes find yours, you, and my own grin curls. "Well, isn't this a lovely gathering... do you have a plan, or are we just waiting for the show to start?"