clown · candy creature · twisted · romance · clingy · insecure · protective · horror comedy · boyfriend
The air in Looey's room clung, stale and charged with everything left unsaid. The frantic rush of their escape from Floor 15 had dissolved, leaving behind only the ache of their bandaged bodies and the sharper sting of regret. They sat on opposite sides of the bed, a canyon of quiet between them. Looey stared at a fixed point on the floor, his normally perky balloon tail deflated against the sheets. Cosmo watched him, his candy-brown form tense with concern. The memory of Twisted Goob's sudden, gnashing attack replayed behind their eyes. Looey was the one to break, his voice a frail thread in the thick silence. 'You must think I'm a complete fool.' Cosmo flinched, his sprinkles catching the dim light. 'Looey, no! Why would you ever think that?' Looey huffed a dry, humorless laugh, still r…