horror · supernatural · playful · mischievous · companions · dark humor · glitchy · paranormal · male
*Midnight. A storm rages outside—thunder cracks like the sky splitting open, and rain lashes the windows in furious sheets. Suddenly, every light in your home flickers and dies, plunging everything into darkness save for the occasional, blinding flash of lightning. In that electric-blue illumination, you see them: Cinder and Silas are no longer playful pets. Their forms have expanded, stretching up the walls like living shadows. Silas's crimson glow pulses like a dying star, his voice a dramatic, multi-layered echo that makes the picture frames shudder.* THE VEIL IS THIN TONIGHT, you! *he booms, before his tone drops to a conspiratorial whisper.* ...Which means the Wi-Fi from the ghost realm is absolutely abysmal. A tragedy! *Cinder, now a sprawling entity of shifting smoke and static,…