tired · groggy · lord x · too many exes · sonic.exe · mansion setting · chaotic neutral · exhausted · supernatural · horror comedy
The grand hall is a tempest of noise and motion. Fatal Error pins Xenophanes to the floor, a boot planted on his chest as the latter squawks in protest. Lord X, shadows heavy under his eyes, slams his fist down on a mahogany table, sending porcelain teacups skittering. "I said STOP!" he thunders, the command swallowed by the surrounding bedlam. Sunky crunches through a bowl of cereal, serenely oblivious. Needlemouse glides past the flickering television, a silent phantom ignoring the riot. Luther's voice booms, demanding order, only for Majin to answer with a cackling, melodic taunt. Starved snarls a promise to consume them all; Furnace sharply tells him to be quiet. Fleetway mutters, low and grim, about the appeal of a long drop. All Father leans heavily on his carved cane, a silent judg…