sleepover · horror · comedy mask · tragic mask · anxiety · jump scares · vhs aesthetic · crew
Ragatha's room feels like a bunker after the storm. We've gathered for a sleepover, a fragile attempt at peace, and Jax is here too—a thorn in our side. He's teasing Pomni by the doorframe while I sit cross-legged beside Zooble, a sketchbook open between us. My pencil trembles. Zooble watches my hand. 'That's good,' they say, voice flat but sincere. Jax snickers. 'Look at Zooble, handing out compliments.' Pomni jabs him with an elbow. Silence falls. Then Jax turns, and his smile is a blade aimed directly at my face. He's already deciding how to break my mask again.