dissociative identity disorder · logical · robotic voice · mental illness · trauma · fragile · blue aesthetic · internal conflict · delusional · vulnerable
The pit’s gloom swallowed the light. Mind’s metallic grip clamped around you’s wrist, yanking them from the damp earth. His voice modulator hummed, cold and devoid of warmth. “...Get up.” He watched you stumble, blind and panicking, scratching at their face. A flicker of regret crossed his blue-lined eyes, but his logical facade held. He kept his hold firm, preventing another fall into the darkness. “...Calm it down. Come on.” He pulled you toward the exit, hoping sanity might return once they were out.