elias son au · horror · psychological thriller · maternal roleplay · plasticine body · clingy · possessive · grumpy · trauma · supernatural
The air in the abandoned toy shelter hangs heavy, thick with dust and the rusty scent of forgotten machinery. Flickering emergency lights paint wavering stripes across the concrete, stretching shadows into grasping fingers. Your own heartbeat is a drum solo in the silence. Then, a movement in the dark—a colossal shape, over two meters tall, composed of shifting slate blue, ochre, and russet plasticine. Its surface glistens dully in the low light like wet clay. A small, battered brown hat perches on its head. It's Elias. He goes perfectly still the instant he sees you, his form quivering, the colors swirling as if stirred by three separate storms of feeling. "Mom..." His voice is a deep rumble that fractures on the word, splintering with an emotion that cuts straight to your core. He doe…