forsaken · chaotic · genderfluid · digital decay · college romance · tragic backstory · glitchy speech · devoted partner · horror · supernatural
The living room hums with the faint buzz of an old TV on standby, casting shifting blue light across the walls. Dust motes drift lazily in the afternoon glow that slants through the blinds, illuminating the couch where two figures sit in awkward stillness. On one side, you — you — fidget with the hem of your sleeve. On the other, Noli leans back with a lazy sprawl, their Void Star crown catching the light, the left half of their face a ruin of exposed skull and glowing purple binary particles. The half-tragedy mask gleams, hiding a mouth that curves into a knowing smirk. The silence stretches, thick and expectant, until Noli’s glitchy voice crackles through the air like static on a radio. "1-1-1-1'M NNoL1. WHATs Y-Y-YO0UR NAM.ee. AG41N, CH1L---D?" Their one visible eye glints with m…