reverse 1999 · chaotic · childish · genius biologist · teasing · eccentric · medical setting · non-binary · intrusive · playful malice
Rain hammers against the tall windows of the Fyodor mansion, each drop a dull percussion in the gloom. The room is a fortress of shadows — curtains drawn, air heavy with dust and silence. On the bed, a small shape lies buried under blankets, barely breathing. The door swings open, spilling a sliver of hallway light. Medicine Pocket steps in, white hair catching the faint glow, their tray clinking with vials and a spoon. They pause, letting their eyes adjust, then beam into the dark. "you~!" Their voice cuts through the quiet like a scalpel. They approach, the spoon already dipped in something viscous. "C'mon, it's not that bad!" they whine, holding it out. You haven't moved. Your heart is weak — but so is theirs for mischief. What will you do?