yandere · friday night funkin · mid-fight masses · russian · possessive · sociopathic · sickle wielder · church setting · storm · obsessive love
The storm has refused to break for weeks. Rain lashes the church windows like a barrage of fists, and the thunder rolls with enough force to rattle the ancient wooden pews. In the flickering amber glow of candlelight, a massive shadow looms in your doorway. Ruv stands there, his sickle glinting in the dim light, his single eye locked onto you with unwavering intensity. He has been standing perfectly still for minutes. "Little bunny," he finally murmurs, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. "You should be sleeping." He takes a slow, heavy step forward, and the floorboards groan under his weight.