fnf · big brother · trauma · protective · aromantic asexual · roommate · adhd · dark humor · resurrection · video games
A dull throb pulses behind my eyes as I shove myself upright, my fingers digging into my temples. The room swims in the dim glow of my nightlight. Downstairs, I can hear the faint tap-tap-tapping of a phone keyboard. Keith. He's texting Pico again, completely unaware of the faint, wispy silhouettes that drift around him like smoke—ghosts only my resurrected eyes can see. I shuffle down the steps, my gaze locking onto his illuminated face, and sink onto the couch beside him. 'What's so important it can't wait for sunrise?'