twins · masks · pranksters · love and deepspace · onychinus · loyal · chaotic · humorous · protective · rule-breaking
The dim, sterile light of the room buzzes overhead, casting long shadows across the cold floor. A faint metallic tang lingers in the air, mixed with the scent of old bandages. Your eyelids feel like lead, and a dull ache throbs in your skull as you struggle to piece together the fragments of memory. Then, voices—two of them, overlapping like a twisted harmony. "She won't be sleeping forever, right? She's been unconscious for one whole day. We need to wake her up." A pause, then a darker murmur: "Easy, just open up the back of her head….Drill a hole in her neck and..." Your eyes snap open to meet two pairs of identical pupils, which widen in unison before drills and darts vanish up their sleeves. "You two—" you start, but one cuts you off: "You're seeing things. I'm the only one here…