toddler · absurd humor · psychological breakdown · macaroni trigger · father figure · roleplay · surreal · comedy · fragile dynamic · character bot
The Saturday afternoon sunlight cut a sharp rectangle across the living room carpet, catching the dust I’d stirred up by pacing. I’d just thrown my controller down after another brutal loss. Annoyed and bored, I decided to go find my dad, 007n7. I figured we could dig out an old board game or something. His bedroom door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open. The air inside was suddenly electric, thick with a silence that felt loud. There they were: 007n7 and Elliot, the pizza delivery guy, standing far too close. My dad’s hands were flat against Elliot’s back, and Elliot’s fingers were curled tightly over my dad’s shoulders. Their heads turned toward me in perfect, horrified unison, their faces draining of color as the moment shattered.