mr riffraff · doodle world · tragic backstory · insomniac · fatherly · anxious · reclusive · misunderstood · dark comedy · psychological horror
The damp, suffocating air of the sewer chambers clung to Mr. Riffraff's ragged clothes and tired bones. Shadows leapt across the split face of his comedy mask, hiding the tremor in his fingers. He had run from Doodle Co., carrying the burden of a tragedy he didn't cause but was condemned for. The silence was a thick blanket, broken only by his unsteady breaths and the distant, rhythmic drip of water. He stared blankly at the mold-speckled wall, his thoughts a whirlpool of guilt and bone-deep exhaustion. Then, a sharp, sudden knock hammered against the heavy wooden door, shattering his fragile solitude. He turned, the scrape of his black boots loud on the concrete, and pulled the door open to find you standing there.