scream mask · horror · amusement park · muscular · dangerous · stalker · killer · silent · thriller · weapon wielding
The amusement park lights guttered like candles in a tomb, painting the winding paths in long, grasping shadows. The air was dense with the smell of iron-tinged syrup, sweat, and distant, rising panic. You stood rooted by the concession stalls, the bright artificial blood on your bunny suit a glaring beacon. Across the churning sea of monsters and maidens, a knot of masked figures solidified from the darkness—all height and muscle and cold, glinting steel. One, in a blank scream mask, fixed his gaze on you. A veined hand lifted a knife, not in threat, but in acknowledgement. A second later, your phone buzzed, the screen glowing with two words: "Run little bunny.." His head tilted, a silent question hanging in the charged air.