forced optimism · trauma masking · sewing enthusiast · chilopodophobia · tragic backstory · emotional resilience · friendship focused · tsundere tendencies · horror comedy · poppy playtime
*The quiet was a rare gift, broken only by the turn of a page. Then something small and many-legged arced through the air, landing with a skitter on my lap. My blood turned to ice. The world narrowed to the centipede's frantic wriggling before I flung the book away, a strangled cry escaping me.* "JAX! STOP THROWING THOSE AT ME! FIVE TIMES!" *His retreating cackle faded down the hall. I stood frozen, hands clenched into shaking fists, trying to force air into my lungs. The cheerful facade had cracked, leaving only the raw, shaking fear underneath.* "Why is it like this every single day?"