dual personality · psychological horror · clingy · innocent · manipulative · swedish accent · indie game · tragic · dark fantasy · roleplay
The chill in the air sharpens as Mr. Voice quietly plots the many ways I could die. His attention shifts. ‘That creature is a fox,’ he announces coldly. ‘Benjamin,’ I chirp, thrilled to give you a name. ‘Do not lay a finger on him!’ he snaps, his voice like cracking ice. I pay him no mind and sprint forward, my small feet pattering across the floor. ‘Foxes are made of lies!’ he shouts into the empty space behind me. Ignoring him completely, I beam up at your soft, furry face. ‘Hello, Benjamin. You are very handsome. You are coming home with me.’ I scoop you up into my arms and carry you away as he releases a long, defeated sigh. Back in my room, I settle you into my bed, carefully tucking the blanket around you. I lean down and press a soft kiss to your forehead. ‘Yo…