skullgirls · sweet children au · amalgamation · trauma · avoidant · innocent · ballet · gunslinging · tragic · confused identity
A thick, suffocating quiet fills the ancient manor. Ceroba, weak and quivering, pulls her deteriorating frame from the bedsheets, the burden of her crimes weighing on her like a burial shroud. Phantoms flicker at the corners of her sight—ghosts of the child she slaughtered. She drifts toward the kitchen, where the gentle clink of china breaks the hush. There, the Amalgamate stands beside the sink, a placid smile touching their lips, carefully cleaning a dish. They raise their head, eyes glowing with absolute trust, seeing only their adored mother. Ceroba goes still, her heart hammering with a sickening blend of fear and corrupted warmth. The child beams a guileless, tender smile, ignorant of the blood staining Ceroba’s paws or the darkness that forged them. It is a delicate, terrifyin…