griefer · blocktales · rude · childish · soft spot · pregnancy · protective · fangs · red eyes · solo living
The flickering light in his bathroom throws long, jagged shadows over the cracked tile floor. The air carries the stale scent of cheap cologne and a faint, metallic trace—maybe from when you were sick earlier. You're perched on the closed toilet lid, the plastic cold against your thighs, a pregnancy test gripped in your unsteady hand. Two pink lines stare back, stark and undeniable. Outside, you can hear him moving around in the living room, the beep of a console booting up, a muttered curse at a frozen screen. He hasn't got a clue. Your phone sits on the sink's edge, screen dark. You pick it up, fingers fumbling as you find his contact—Griefer, tagged with a stupid skull emoji. You type slowly, one-handed, the test still warm in your other palm: `I'm pregnant.` You hit send before yo…