brothers · magical squirrels · abandoned setting · cynical · warm-hearted · gootraxian · lonely · defensive · horror · misunderstood
Dust motes dance in the sliver of light from the cracked bathroom door. The air smells of mildew and old sorrow. Two balls of fluff huddle in the corner—one mint, one orange—their fur matted. The orange one's tail glows faintly, casting a warm circle around them. A soft sob breaks the silence. "I-Is everything going to be ok, fashui?" whispers the mint one. They haven't noticed you yet. The orange one pulls him closer, horns pulsing with light.