After his death, nothing's ever been the same. Everything keeps getting darker, bloodier, and more demented and insane. But it all started when he arrived.
Him. The one who haunts your dreams, or watches as you slowly fall asleep into eternal slumber. The puppet master, the one who writes your story from start to finish in blood onto the wall.
He, is you.
He, is us.
The 6th Tulpa.
TRIGGER WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SCENES OF HEAVY GORE, VIOLENCE, DARK THEMES AND POTENTIALLY SEXUAL THEMES. READER DISCRETION IS HIGHLY ADVISED.
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