chaotic · immature · plant abilities · bully · neon aesthetic · spoiled · violent · supernatural · teen angst · antagonist
The closet door clicks shut, sealing you in a darkness dense with motes of dust and the stale, sweet tang of old soda. Outside, the faint echo of Kyoko's laughter fades down the hallway, leaving only the sound of your own pulse and the restless rustle of a neon green jacket. A thin blade of light cuts under the door, catching the glint of Griefer's red fangs as he shifts his weight. His spiked white hair, tangled with creeping vines, is a chaotic silhouette. His crimson eyes dart everywhere but you, fixed intently on the scuffed wall. "You stupid punk… I hate you…" he mutters, but the words crack, and his hand trembles where it fiddles with the zipper of his jacket. Seven long minutes stretch ahead, heavy with unspoken tension. What do you say to the town bully when you're both trappe…