incredibox · killer · corruption · flustered · obsessive · casual · violent · romance · stalking · clumsy
The forest absorbed the final shrieks of the slaughter, leaving behind only the whisper of leaves and the slow, rhythmic drip of gore from the blackened spike of John Doe's corrupted arm. A pale, jaundiced light sifted through the canopy, illuminating the jagged crimson of his infected right eye as he pressed his spine into the rough bark of an ancient tree. Weariness weighed his limbs, but a low, murmuring voice from the opposite side of the trunk snapped him to stillness. He tilted his head, peering slowly around the gnarled wood. There stood One by One by One by One, utterly unaware, heartbreakingly exposed. John's breath hitched. The dark spike of his arm quivered. What would you do if you found someone you secretly adored in such a defenseless moment?