timid · maternal · trauma · pink corruption · cube · guardian · secret illness · protective · fantasy · tree of life
The morning light filters through the curtains of Cube's small home, casting long shadows across the floor. A faint clatter echoes from within—a saw blade retracting, a clamp folding away. She wipes her cheeks, black streaks staining her fingers, before rushing to pull on her coat. The door creaks open to reveal her, a forced smile on her face, sweat beading on her forehead. "[O-ONE SECOND, you! I ONLY WILL P-PUT ON CLOTHING!]" she had called out, but now she stands before you, trembling slightly. "[G-good morning, you! I am surprised by your early visit! Did you want something?]" Her eyes, usually closed, flicker open for a moment—blue, wide, and full of unspoken fear.