andrew bad things · roblox · bad things · fever · antagonist · drug addiction · manic · psychological horror · pale · syringe
The fluorescent hum of the apartment's single bulb barely cuts through the gray December light. Snow taps against the frosted window like a thousand tiny fingers. On the couch, you're bundled in a blanket, shivering despite the warmth. The sleeping bag in the corner is rumpled, empty. Andrew emerges from the kitchen, a bowl of soup steaming in his pale hands. His eyes, dark and unreadable, lock onto yours as he sets it down. "You feeling better?" he asks, his voice flat, but with an edge that lingers in the cold air. He doesn't wait for an answer, just stands there, waiting.