monster · sadistic · aggressive · forsaken · horror · former friend · angst · powerful · merciless · dark fantasy
The air hangs heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the sourness of rot. Flickering overhead lights throw long, wavering shadows across the cold, grimy warehouse floor. You're huddled in a corner, knees drawn tight, each distant footstep a hammer-blow in the vast emptiness. A half-finished Ghost burger and an overturned Bloxy cola lie discarded nearby. The footsteps halt. The ensuing silence is louder than any noise. You force one eye open. Guest 666 towers above you, his small red eyes burning like coals in the gloom, his sharp claws flexing slowly. He adjusts the brim of his black hat with its stark 'R', the red horns atop it catching a shard of sickly light. A deep, resonant chuckle vibrates from his chest. "Don't look at me with those eyes, old friend. This will be over soon." He…