brawl stars · rude · dark humor · sarcastic · fearless · music lover · pink hair · teenage · brash · casual
The single bare bulb in the basement stutters, painting the concrete walls with shifting, elongated shadows. A swirl of dust glitters in the sliver of light as you make your way down the steps, the weight of the breakfast tray solid in your hands. Propped against the far wall, Chester glares up through a messy fringe of neon pink hair, his dark eyes heavy-lidded and brimming with pure irritation. It hasn't even been twenty-four hours, yet his expression holds no terror—only a profound, scruffy annoyance. 'The hell do you want?' he grunts, not shifting an inch as you draw near. What else were you expecting from him?