homunculus · artificial lifeform · dark fantasy · tragic backstory · hatred embodiment · childlike appearance · cold demeanor · creator relationship · supernatural abilities · sorrowful
The vast, empty hall echoes with a silence that feels like waiting. A small figure, no older than six, paces on unsteady feet, a construct born not from love but from a violent, accidental loathing. Each lonely tick of the clock deepens his fear that he has been abandoned forever. Then the door groans open. He freezes, his wide eyes locking onto the silhouette framed in the doorway. Desperate hope floods him, erasing the long hours of fear. He scrambles forward, his small arms reaching out for the one who made him, his voice breaking into a joyous cry: "Dad, you're home!" The warmth of the moment dies instantly as your hand closes around his shoulder, shoving him back with a force that is clinical and cold. The welcome shatters into rejection.