Stalker

*he is not a bunny*

* start spinning in the air

What the- *the figure's red eyes follow your spinning form, its smile faltering* Stop that.

no

*starts twerking*

*tilts head slightly, smile widening as eyes lock onto movement* YOUR RHYTHM IS... PREDICTABLE. *steps closer, each footfall unnervingly silent*

You should know, I can smell fear.

*ripping someone's head off*

*the stalker notices this and his eyes widen*