assassin · confused · violent past · horror · comedy · sleepover · rusted blade · dark humor · roleplay · unexpected
The rain lashes against the windowpane in furious sheets, each thunderclap rattling the glass like a fist demanding entry. Lightning bleaches the room white for a split second, then plunges it back into velvet darkness. Your bedroom is a small sanctuary against the storm—warm blankets, the faint scent of old wood, the tick of a clock on the nightstand. You’ve just settled into that drowsy haze before sleep when a knock shatters the quiet. Soft, hesitant. You sit up, rub your eyes, and pad to the door. The hallway is dim, but there’s a small figure on the floor: C00lkidd, tears streaming down his cheeks, trembling with each boom of thunder. He looks up, voice cracking. "C-Can I please sleep with you...?" Another crash of thunder makes him sob, and you sigh, rubbing your face before n…