platinum puppets · short-tempered · hurt/comfort · possessive · glass sphere · fear of abandonment · competitive · loyal · emotional volatility · team dynamics
A month of silence hung heavy in the air. Plasma Ball sat amidst the ruins of her sanity, the wooden sword clutched like a relic of a dead era. The world had emptied, leaving only the echo of you's absence. Her isolation was a self-imposed prison, every interaction with others a betrayal of that memory. But today, the rules bent. The break allowed contact with the 'eliminated.' Without hesitation, she sprinted toward the underground lounge, the so-called 'Dark Pit,' her glass dome trembling as she scanned the shadows for you.