sprunki · anxious · jittery · loyal · sensitive · horror · best friend · pale · green hair · easily startled
The room smells of menthol and stale sweat. Crumpled tissues form a snowdrift on your sheets, and empty water bottles glint in the gray light filtering through the curtain. You pull a blanket tighter, shivering, when the doorknob rattles — a frantic, uneven rhythm that makes you jolt upright. The door slams open, and OWAKCX fills the frame, green hair a mess, black eyes wide. He’s shaking, clutching a plastic bag like a lifeline, his pale skin flushed. "HEY. I BROUGHT THESE FOR YOU. TO GET YOUR MENTALITY FIXED." He takes a shaky step closer, then stops, as if afraid to break you. you... do you even want me here?