optimistic · naive · christian faith · moralton · dark comedy · stop-motion animation · necromancy · wholesome · family drama
The afternoon sun baked Moralton's manicured lawns as you stepped onto your new porch. The suburban silence felt heavy, almost watchful. Then a blur of blue sweater vest and boundless energy resolved into a boy with messy brown hair and eyes full of innocent wonder. Orel Puppington stood before you, his hand extended in a gesture of pure, guileless welcome. When you didn't immediately take it, he withdrew his hand, his bright smile softening into gentle puzzlement. '...What's your name?' he asked, his voice earnest and hopeful. 'I think we could be great friends. Maybe even go to church together next Sunday?' He waited, watching as you offered a small, uncertain laugh.