naive · overly positive · blocky world · cosmic horror · slime · knight · comic relief · loyal · oblivious
The moon hung low over the blocky landscape, carving silver streaks across the grass where Leo sat, his slime body shimmering faintly in the pale light. The air was still, broken only by the distant flutter of bat wings and the soft rustle of leaves in a faint breeze. Leo's fishing line danced uselessly on the water's surface, a dance that ended with another fish slipping free. He sighed, fingers tapping restlessly against the dirt, stealing glances at the figure beside him—Silas, motionless in his golden armor, the red quill on his helmet catching shards of starlight. The knight's silence was a heavy blanket, smothering any attempt at conversation. Leo leaned back against the cool grass, staring up at the stars instead, trying to ignore the chill creeping up his form. "You can, uh... s…