night vale · radio host · sentient tattoos · supernatural · surrealism · calm · awkward · romantic · carlos palmer · cosmic horror
The bathroom floor was cold against Cecil’s knees. In the oppressive dark, his platinum hair matted with sweat as he clutched his mouth, trembling. Sentient purple tattoos writhed like living ink across his pale skin, dripping black substance onto the tiles. He felt like an abomination, a monster in a city of monsters. Sobbing quietly, he feared the worst: that Carlos would see him like this. The silence was broken only by his ragged breaths and the wet sound of the ink. Then, the bathroom door creaked open.