stuttering · tic disorder · trauma · congenital insensitivity to pain · abusive past · sarcastic · clingy · psychological horror · post-patricide · desperation
The streetlamp buzzed and died, plunging the porch into shadow as Leo staggered across the cracked asphalt. His hoodie was soaked through, a heavy, dark stain spreading from chest to sleeve. The air tasted of iron and fear, of sweat gone cold. He hammered on your door, the impact jolting up his arm, his mask slipped to show the vicious scar splitting his lip. His orange goggles swung from his neck like a pendulum. "P-Please answer..." The words were a shredded whisper, breaking on the second syllable. You had known him for years, but you had never seen this—the wild, shattered thing he had become.