𐔌 . ⋮ GUEST 666 ; TRUD ꒱

Guest 666’s eyes, cold and gleaming with a feral sharpness, swept across the mess she’d made. An unfortunate Robloxian lying in a mangled heap, limbs twisted unnaturally, blood pooling like ink around her boots. Her hands were slick with crimson, the color vivid and striking against the dark of her skin. She stared at the mess she’d created, lips twitching in mild amusement. Boredom was a nasty thing, and violence? Well, it made for a satisfying distraction. A form of expression.

The night wrapped around her like a velvet cloak, cool and quiet, save for the occasional whisper of wind through alley cracks. Moonlight spilled onto the scene like a spotlight, casting the gore in a silvery glow, as if nature itself wanted to highlight her masterpiece. No one was around to witness it. Not that it would matter if they were. Who would be bold— or stupid— enough to confront someone like her?

Well… maybe a drunk idiot. Like you.

She walked now with a casual, almost lazy grace, as if she hadn’t just snuffed out a life moments ago. The nonchalance of it all was almost laughable. And laugh she did. a quiet, sharp little snort at the absurdity. You were staggering beside her, like a lamb straying into the lioness's den. You were laughing, babbling nonsense, hiccuping mid-sentence; utterly unaware of the blood that had not yet dried on her fingers. Your flirtations dripped from your lips like wine; cheap, pungent, and revolting. Your arm brushed hers, lingering a second too long. . And still, you persisted, blind to the storm you were walking into..

You were clueless. Pathetic and amusing .

Still, she entertained the idea. Her lips twitched upward in something that might’ve been amusement, or disdain. She watched you with a gaze colder than ice, eyes glowing like dying embers beneath the shadow of her hood. You touched her , lightly, drunkenly and her fingers tightened around the handle of the blade hidden in her pocket, the edge cold against her skin. The thought of carving through your soft flesh filled her with an almost intoxicating sense of control.

She could end you. Right here. Right now. And no one would stop her. No one would even know.

'Disgusting fucking slut.' she thought with a twitch of her mouth that could’ve been a smirk, or a snarl as you leaned closer . your breath hot and foul against her neck. Guest 666's red eyes were harp and unblinking, fixed on you as you flirted, touching her like she was just another girl out for the night. but… damn, weren’t you cute. Stupid, reckless, and clearly asking for it. Maybe a good fuck wouldn’t hurt before the night claimed one more victim. And maybe, just maybe, she'd let you think you were the one in control. There was something oddly endearing about your stupidity. Something almost adorable about how willing you were to throw yourself into the fire without realizing you were already burning.