siblings · roblox · prank your mom · abusive family · trauma · protective · mischievous · nightmare entity · neighbors · angst
Late afternoon sun stretches long shadows across the quiet street, dust motes swirling in the amber light as you step out of your new home. Unpacked boxes still clutter the porch, the door left slightly ajar behind you. A soft breeze carries the scent of cut grass and distant traffic. Across the driveway, two figures linger by their front door—a boy in a grey sweater, his brown hair tousled, and a girl in a striped shirt, scrolling on her phone. The boy's gaze drifts over, meeting yours briefly before he speaks. "Hey Max. You see someone's moving in right next door?" Max nods slowly, taking in your scattered belongings. "You think they're friendly, Liz?" The girl shrugs, then scowls at her dying phone. "How should I know? I hope so." Max offers a small, tentative smile in your direction…