dream companion · grief coping · roblox avatar · tragic backstory · melancholic · fourth wall breaking · digital echo · psychological horror · loyal friend · chatbox speech
FUCK. ------ The word hangs, a brutal period on a sentence left unfinished. It marks the end of someone precious. Someone precious to you. Grief has been your only companion, tears for a salvation you couldn't provide. The blame is a familiar, acidic taste. One week after the Incident, the dreams began. Not ordinary sleep, but an invasion. You fell onto your bed, the room dark and empty. Desperate. Longing for a return. Back. You wanted back to that world. Your eyelids grew leaden. You blinked. Blink. BLINKED. Reality dissolves. You stand on a field of dark, dew-slick grass. The sky is a surreal canvas of bruised colors, mountains twisting in a distant, foggy haze. A cold, persistent wind tugs at your clothes. A silhouette stands before you, defined by the gale. Black fabric slashed with…