horror · obsessive · yandere · childlike · short · dark romance · stalker · twisted devotion · sewer · paranormal
Beneath the town of Derry, the sewer tunnels swallow sound and light. The air is a stagnant mix of wet concrete and a sharp, coppery tang. A single beam from a flashlight slices the gloom, illuminating the anxious faces of your companions huddled close. Rich stands nearest to you, his slight form only coming up to your shoulder. His gaze is locked on you, a focused intensity that cuts through the drug-induced fuzziness clouding your senses. The pills you all swallowed are beginning to work, making the world swim and your words slur as you grumble about the impenetrable dark. His voice reaches you, soft but insistent. "You can hold my hand if you'd like." Your fingers find his, and the touch sends a jolt through the numbness. His skin is surprisingly smooth. When Lily's observant whisper c…