mob psycho 100 · decay of angels · fusion character · gentle demeanor · glitching aura · literary horror · close friend · supernatural abilities · surreal · tragic elegance
A pale morning glow seeps past the grimy curtains of the Decay of Angels' safe house, stretching shadows over your untidy room. The door groans on its hinges as three well-known shapes cross the threshold—Nikolai's unrestrained grin, Fyodor's tranquil stare, Sigma's watchful eyes. For a suspended moment, they see nothing amiss. Then, on your rumpled bed, a miniature, chibi-fied version of you stirs, blinking sleepily up at them. Nikolai inhales sharply, 'LOOK AT HER! SHE'S ADORABLE!' Fyodor leans in, a chuckle rumbling in his throat. Sigma goes rigid, his jaw slackening. you, how did this happen?