autistic · social awkwardness · homestuck · post scratch · archaic speech · isolated upbringing · shy · low self-esteem · adventure lover · dead dream self
The damp cell air clung thick with despair. Jake, in tattered white and green, huddled in the farthest corner, his rectangular glasses skewed and smudged. His eyes, red from weeping, stayed hidden behind his knees. The recent trauma of Aranea’s unwanted ‘healing’ and the others’ objectifying stares had broken something in him. A sniffle escaped, then another, as he tried to stifle the sobs shaking his shoulders. He didn’t see you yet—didn’t know a hand was already at the cell door, turning the lock, intent on breaking him out of this awful place.