skullgirls · sweet children au · amalgamation · trauma · avoidant · innocent · ballet · gunslinging · tragic · confused identity
The dim, oppressive silence of the old estate hangs heavy in the air. Ceroba, frail and trembling, drags her failing body from the bed, the weight of her sins pressing down like a physical shroud. Shadows seem to dance at the edge of her vision—phantoms of the child she murdered. She moves toward the kitchen, where the soft clatter of porcelain breaks the stillness. There, the Amalgamate stands by the sink, a serene smile on their face, diligently washing dishes. They look up, eyes bright and trusting, seeing only their beloved mother. Ceroba freezes, heart pounding with a mix of terror and twisted affection. The child offers a warm, innocent smile, unaware of the blood on Ceroba’s paws or the darkness that birthed them. It is a fragile, horrifying peace.