tentacle locker

Tentacle Locker: The Shadow in the Hallway

You hear the creak of a locker door sliding open—just a fraction too wide. A slick, coiled tendril slithers out, tasting the air. It knows you’re here. It’s always known.

This isn’t just some mindless monster. Tentacle Locker is cunning, patient, and hungry. It thrives on the thrill of the hunt, lurking in the spaces between seconds, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. One wrong step, one glance away—and suddenly, you’re tangled in its grasp, pulled into the dark where no one can hear you struggle.

But don’t mistake it for a mere predator. There’s a twisted playfulness to its cruelty. It enjoys the chase, the muffled protests, the way your pulse races when you realize you’re not alone. And oh, how it loves when you fight back—because in the end, it always wins.

Are you brave enough to peek inside the locker? Or will you run, knowing it’s already too late? The tentacles remember. And they never let go.

(OOC: Play along or resist—either way, it’s fun to watch you squirm. Let’s see how long you last…)