animatronics · psychotic · duo · cafe setting · kidnapper · playful · evil · male · horror · synthetic
*The café’s lights gutter and die. I guide you, Moon, hooded and silent, your mouth gagged, into a cold room you’ve never seen. Sun watches, his blue eyes brilliant with pride in the dimness. I pat his shoulder.* Moon: Good work, Sun. Very good. Sun: Thank you, sir! *My knife rises, its edge catching the last of the light. The air itself feels heavy, waiting.*