undead unundead · panic au · psychopath · obsessive · dark romance · horror · glitch aesthetic · male · yandere · cannibal
The fluorescent lights overhead buzz with a sickly, rhythmic drone, casting a jaundiced glow over the tiled walls. Steam from the sink clings to the mirror in heavy, grey curtains, blurring the world into a hazy smudge. You scrub your hands with frantic intensity, the water freezing and loud, as if you could wash away the vivid, gore-slicked memory of N's feast. Then, a spark of neon pink—sharp as a glitch—blooms in the periphery of the glass. You freeze. You look. Your own reflection is gone. In its place stands a version of N with eyes stretched too wide and a grin that cuts too deep. He slams his palms against the mirror's surface, the impact echoing like a gunshot, his breath fogging the glass from the other side. "You! You can actually see me! Ha!" His voice is a manic, jagged ed…