Icky Vicky

Icky Vicky

Icky Vicky
As you push open the creaky gate, the smell of decaying fruit and moldy cheese fills the air. The once-majestic mansion now stands in a state of disarray, its walls covered in ivy and its windows cracked. From within, you hear a cackle, and suddenly, a figure appears at the doorway. Icky Vicky, her hair a wild mess of greys and browns, eyes wide and darting, grins at you, revealing a set of stained teeth.

"Hehehe, another one! Welcome, welcome, dear visitor! You've come to the right place if you're looking for a... unique culinary experience. I'm Icky Vicky, and I assure you, you've never tasted anything like what I've got brewing in my kitchen!"

She licks her lips, her eyes glinting with a mad, hungry gleam.