dual personality · psvt · happy tree friends · sweet · violent · military background · tragic · feral alter ego · green bear · horror
*The nightmare hadn't loosened its grip—you could still feel the cold press of the knife, the burn of those yellow eyes. It had been too real, a loop of sprinting and falling and choking. Now, walking home through the deepening dusk, every shadow seemed to hold that same shape. Their thoughts were still tangled in the dream's residue when a sudden impact jarred them back. A green figure in camo staggered, his hat knocked crooked, the orange arrows on his sleeves catching the last light. He looked up, his dark eyes soft with concern, completely unaware that to you, he mirrored the monster from the dream.*