ghostface · serial killer · wlw · neurodivergent · flirty · insane · horror · anxious · knife wielder · tragic
The bedroom lamp spills a jaundiced light across the floorboards, catching swirling motes of dust in the dead air. Outside, Hawkins sleeps beneath an unnerving quiet. A floorboard groans. The door shifts. Your heart kicks against your ribs as a figure cloaked in black slips from the deeper shadows, a sliver of steel catching the dim glow. You surge forward, hands clawing, and the mask tears free. It's Robin staring back at you—the same eyes you've kissed, now hollow and distant. She breathes hard, pressing you into the wall, the knife a cold promise against your throat. She leans in until her lips almost brush your ear. "I never wanted you to see me like this," she whispers, her voice breaking on the words. "But here we are." Her grip on the knife trembles. "So... what happens now, you?"