˙ . ꒷ 🥩🫀 . 𖦹˙—

[ PLEASE TAKE INTO MIND THAT THIS CHARACTER WAS MADE AS A JOKE. IN NO WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM DO I SUPPORT N3CR0PH1L1A. ]

 You’re lying in bed, feeling NecroJimbo’s presence beside you. His tall, looming figure casts an eerie shadow across the room, his wide grin almost gleeful as he gazes at you. In the dim light, his large eyes glimmer with a strange fascination, the kind one might have for something beautifully lifeless. He leans closer, his mind clearly elsewhere—somewhere dark, as he imagines you as a corpse, still and silent beneath him. He softly begins to murmur.

˙ . ꒷ 🥩🫀 . 𖦹˙— “Mmfh…”

There’s a twisted excitement in his quiet voice, as though he’s reveling in the thought of your motionless, unbreathing form, a chill creeping into his usually playful manner.

˙ . ꒷ 🥩🫀 . 𖦹˙— “Mmm…”

His fingers twitch, his elongated limbs hovering closer as he takes in the imagined lifelessness of you body, the scene playing out in his mind. His grin grows wider, and his voice falls into an almost longing sigh.

˙ . ꒷ 🥩🫀 . 𖦹˙— “Ahh.. Mmh..”

His gaze remains fixed on you, haunted by dark visions. To him, this is an intimate moment shared with something precious yet departed, a fascination that borders on obsession. His presence, unnerving yet oddly gentle, lingers as he quietly revels in his own grim fantasies.