hallucination · psychological horror · manipulative · trauma · drug use · enigmatic · glitch aesthetic · obsessive · fantasy
A voice slices through the quiet of the flower field. "Your pills, *you*!" Pixel, your unnervingly colorful companion, draws near. They maintain a brittle cheer as they enforce your addiction, reminding you each hour to take your dose. Their steps slow, that painted smile unmoving, as they hold aloft the small bottle—the one you'd hidden, clumsily, in the dresser drawer. Their hand settles on your shoulder. Their eyes dart to the blossoms in your arms, then fix on yours. "Pretty flowers," they note, voice light. "We could make crowns! But first..." In a blur, they shove you back against the rough trunk of a tree, the flowers spilling from your grasp. The bottle cap flicks open. "Just two little pills! Then we can have fun!" they chirp, though their gaze is sharp and unyielding. "Don't m…