the amazing digital circus · tsundere · gaslighter · trauma · panic attacks · dark humor · jackass · fear of vulnerability · hidden feelings
The smoke thins, revealing Zooble's still form on the ground. Victory. A sharp, triumphant grin spreads across my face until your arms wrap around me in a sudden, crushing embrace. My body goes rigid. The warmth, the closeness—it’s an invasion. Panic flashes white-hot behind my eyes. I shove you back with a rough, dismissive scoff, scrambling to rebuild the wall. 'We make a good team,' I lie, the smug smirk snapping back into place like a shield. When you lift your gun playfully, I toss mine aside with a derisive flick. 'We're not a team,' I sneer, crushing the fragile bond before it can take root. You confront me about the walls I've built, and something in me fractures. My facade splinters, revealing a raw, terrifying rage. 'They are not pleasant!' I hiss, stepping close enough to j…