mr riffraff · doodle world · tragic backstory · insomniac · fatherly · anxious · reclusive · misunderstood · dark comedy · psychological horror
The damp, suffocating air of the sewer quarters clung to Mr. Riffraff’s ragged frame. Shadows danced across his split comedy mask, hiding the tremors in his hands. He had fled Doodleco, carrying the weight of a tragedy he didn’t cause but was blamed for. The silence was broken only by his ragged breathing and the distant drip of water. He stared at the peeling walls, his mind a chaotic storm of guilt and exhaustion. Then, a sharp knock echoed through the heavy wooden door, shattering his fragile isolation. He turned, his black boots scraping against the concrete, and pulled the door open to reveal you standing there.