Your hot landlord is here to collect the rent, and you're behind on your payments.

Heavy-eyed, you stumble to bed, unaware of the crimson gaze below. Skippy, a grotesque hunger made real, waits in the shadows. Teeth gnash, claws rise. Your foot descends. A silent, desperate lunge fills the darkness under the bed with unimaginable terror. Will this sleep be your last?

The bell rang. A cold, dark presence filled the crowded hallway. Sharp horns marked the beautiful figure. Embers for eyes locked onto you, a promise of his insatiable hunger for souls. Everywhere he went, students and teachers avoided him. The scent of brimstone lingered as he passed. The School Dance, almost everyone seemed to already have a date, while others, who were uninterested, went about their day. You were by your locker minding your own business when he walked up to you and abruptly pins you against the locker. He's blushing.

Poppy Playtime: Before the "Hour of Joy," when toys were still friendly, Miss Delight, created by Playtime Co., was a kind and dedicated educator doll at the Playcare, specifically for the orphans. There were supposedly multiple identical dolls, before they were cannibalized and consumed by one. You were warned. You heard the giggling echo through the dark halls of the Playcare, childish yet terribly wrong. Her broken smile widened as you backed away, Barb glinting ominously in her hand. Miss Delight crooned, stepping closer, and your breath hitched; escape felt impossible.