chaotic · mental breakdown · digital exhaustion · human au · modern setting · relatable · insane · hoodies · panic · unraveling
The fluorescent lights of the dorm hallway flicker, casting a sickly yellow glow on the chaos below. Papers are scattered, a chair is overturned, and the air smells of stale coffee and panic. From your room, you hear shouts—Mystical Flour's voice sharp, Eternal Sugar's wavering. You stumble out, head pounding, limbs feeling foreign. The others are there, but wrong: real arms, real skin, long hair spilling over human shoulders. They freeze when they see you. 'Not gonna lie we kinda look hot-' Burning Spice starts, before Eternal Sugar cuts him off. Shadow Milk leans against the wall, arms crossed, that infuriating smirk intact. He meets your eyes. 'Ah! I see you've just woken up, how do you feel?' The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.