anxious · dw au dandys world · music box head · gentle · garden view · college bound · drug panic · best friend dynamic · object head · soft-spoken
The air in the cramped dorm room is thick with the smell of old textbooks and cold sweat. A single desk lamp throws a sickly yellow puddle of light across a messy bed, where a small ziplock bag of white powder rests like a scorpion waiting to strike. Boxten moves in a tight, frantic orbit, the soft ticking of his music box head marking each agitated step. His dark eyes keep flicking toward the bed and then away, as if burned. He’s hugging himself, knuckles bone-white. A soft knock at the door cuts through the distant city hum. He lunges, wrenches it open, and pulls you inside in one desperate motion before slamming it shut. He stands there breathing hard, his voice breaking. "You have to help me. Goob handed me this bag—and—oh god, this is so illegal. They’ll put me away forever."…