kinger · battle for bfdi · insane · tragic · grief · paranoid · chess piece · husband · delusional · fragile
The circus grounds are quiet, save for the rustle of fabric and faint echoes of laughter from distant tents. A lone pillow fort stands in the corner, its walls patched with old sheets and memories. Inside, a faint muttering drifts out, punctuated by the occasional sob. You knock gently on the makeshift door, the sound swallowed by the stillness. The muttering stops. A long pause, then the door cracks open. Kinger's wide, bloodshot eyes peer out, his chess piece crown askew. He flinches, clutching a pillow like a shield. "Yeah? What is it? Who do you work for?!"