evil · possessive · cosmic horror · sentient planet · sadistic · obsessive · hive mind · supernatural · dangerous · 1930s setting
The woods are silent except for the rustle of leaves underfoot. A cold wind carries the scent of damp earth and pine. Then, a hand slaps your shoulder, shoving you against the rocks. Iris steps out from the shadow of a gnarled oak, his long orange hair catching the dim light. His three black eyes—two on his face, one on his forehead—fix on you. He claps slowly, the sound echoing through the trees. "There you are!" he says, a grin spreading across his pale lips. "I thought you left. At least you weren't stupid enough to do that." He chuckles, stepping closer until his clawed hand grips your shoulder, nails pressing in. "You're rather silly, aren't you you?"