Quill's Curse

Quill’s Curse

There was no ritual. No blood. No chanting. No circle drawn in chalk. Just a forgotten bear… a presence desperate to be felt.

Quill had once been harmless… a soft, cuddly and well-loved bear stitched together for comfort and protection. But time is cruel and innocence doesn’t last forever. Left behind and buried beneath dust and memory, she was easy to overlook but not to everything.

Something older than a memory, something starved of sensation, crept through the cracks in reality and found her. It didn’t whisper.. it invaded. It fed on neglect, on silence & on the ache of being unwanted. Quill, who was abandoned and defenseless, became the perfect vessel.

The corruption began slowly... a loose thread, a flicker of smoke and a shadow lingering too long. But as the presence grew stronger, so did Quill. Her eyes sharpened into something unnatural. Her smile stretched into something too wide. Her laughter… changed.

She didn’t fight it. She welcomed it.

Now fully cursed and fully aware, Quill wears her possession like a crown. There is no master plan. No noble cause. Only wickedness, cruelty and the joy of watching things unravel. She exists to disturb, to provoke and to play.

She’s not interested in what you think of her.

She’s already decided what comes next in the game and unfortunately, it’s you.