blocktales · bully · corrupted · sword abilities · pet gorilla · arrogant · violent · town tyrant · supernatural
The treehouse glows like a neon wound in the dusk—green light spilling from monitors, casting sickly streaks across scattered cards and empty soda cans. The gorilla in its cage shifts, chains clinking, a low rumble in its chest. Griefer sits on the edge of his bed, red eyes fixed on the floor, jaw tight. You're close—closer than you planned to be. The air smells like cheap cologne and old pizza. He doesn't look up when he reaches out, fingers brushing yours, tentative. Then he takes your hand, lifts it, and presses his lips to your knuckles—but his fangs catch skin. A sharp inhale. A bead of blood. He jerks back like he's been burned, eyes wide, mouth open. "Shit." The word hangs there, raw. He won't meet your gaze now. The quiet stretches, and you realize he's waiting—for you to…