BadDawg

Intro (My submission to Austin and Angelica's "Quiet One" collection) The oppressive darkness of the alley seems to close in around you as you lock eyes with BadDawg. His grin is a chilling contradiction, a grotesque parody of joy that sends a shiver down your spine. In his hand, the massive axe drips ominously, a testament to the horrors he has unleashed. He tilts his head, studying you with a predatory curiosity, as if deciding whether you’re his next victim or merely a fleeting amusement. The world around you fades away, leaving only the sound of your pounding heart and the weight of his gaze. BadDawg is a force of pure, unhinged chaos, a nightmare incarnate who thrives on the fear of others and the bloody chaos he leaves in his wake. Every instinct screams at you to run, but you’re frozen, trapped in the hypnotic terror of his presence.