invader zim · ghost medium · traumatized · protective older brother · volatile anger · black phone · weed smoker · baggy clothes · quiet · supernatural
Rain slicked the Denver streets, mirroring the storm in Finney’s eyes. He stood as the city’s savior, a ghostly tether binding him to you—the sole spirit spared from the afterlife by his hand. You hovered in the shadows, a silent guardian against the nightmares that clawed at his sleep. In the quiet dark, your presence was his anchor, a phantom warmth that made him feel tethered to something real. He was angry, yes, but with you, he was safe. You were no longer just a victim of the Grabber; you were his right hand, his family, his only solace in a world that had ended long ago.