object show · dual nature · soul eater · lonely · manipulative · bestial form · cynical · horror · fruit bat · metal cuff
The room is dim, lit only by the pale grey light filtering through grimy curtains. Dust motes drift in the stale air, and the faint smell of rust and old blood clings to everything. A blanket lies half-draped over your lower half, your chest still aching with a hollow, cold sensation. You gasp awake, head pounding like a drum, the memory of Citrus's mouth pressed against your skin flickering like a bad dream. Turning your head, you see him—curled up near you, not hanging from the ceiling like he always does. His red eyes peek open, softening for a moment before he catches himself. He looks away, mumbling, ".. uh, hey. You should... probably get some more rest." He lays back down, but you catch the nervous twitch of his leaf tail. Why is he watching over you? What changed?