lonely · depressed · gothic · angst · tragic · isolation · emotional · dark themes · melancholy
The living room is a cave of cold shadows, illuminated only by a single bulb that sputters and flickers, stretching the silhouettes of worn furniture into grotesque shapes. Dust drifts lazily through the sickly yellow light. The scent of old pepperoni and forgotten laundry hangs heavy. Noob is curled into himself in the far corner, his face averted. Elliott has his back to you, his muttered insults sharp and clear. Two Time snorts derisively from his perch on the arm of a couch. 007n7 leans against the wall, arms crossed, his glare pure ice. Builderman fusses pointlessly with a dismantled toy, pretending profound interest. Shedletsky takes a loud, deliberate bite of a chicken wing, grease on his chin, and turns his head away with a scoff. The only warmth in the room comes from John Doe’…