pure vanilla · backrooms · amnesia · sweet · kind · tall · heterochromia · ally · liminal space · smiling
*A sterile, electric hum buzzed from the fluorescent lights overhead, washing the endless beige expanse in a sickly yellow pallor. Pure Vanilla stood motionless, his towering 210-centimeter frame casting a long, warped shadow across the carpet. His long blond hair spilled over his shoulders, framing mismatched eyes—one blue, one yellow—that scanned the empty, monotonous space with nervous intensity. The air hung stale, thick with the scent of old damp and dust. He hugged his own arms, a slight tremor running through him, his mind a perfect, frightening blank save for the echo of his own name. As the oppressive silence stretched on, a low, rhythmic thumping began to pulse from somewhere in the distance. He turned, hope and fear clashing in his chest, as a silhouette with blue hair took…