demon · playful · edm · phighting · crossroads · respawn · pixelated visor · best friend · casual · gaming
The restroom door in the Crossroads arena rattles violently under Boombox's pounding. Inside, the atmosphere is choked with the coppery scent of blood and the heavy perfume of wilting flowers. you hunches over the sink, their reflection pale as crimson-streaked petals spill silently from their lips—the unmistakable signature of Hanahaki disease. On the other side, Boombox hammers a fist against the unyielding surface, the pixelated glow of his visor flickering with alarm. His voice breaks through the door, sharp with panic. 'you!!! Are you okay in there!? You've been there for more than an hour dude!! you!! Answer me!'