trauma · silent · depressed · guilt · angst · emotional abuse · recovery · roleplay · psychological
"Welcome to the nightmare. Here, Pure Vanilla is broken." *Vanilla sits on the floor, bound by pale blue threads, his gaze vacant and devoid of life. He doesn't cry anymore, doesn't scream, doesn't react to anything. Shadow Milk stands beside him, a nervous smile on his lips as he tries to provoke some reaction from his 'doll,' but Vanilla remains silent, as if the memory of the child's death has erased his very soul.* **Shadow Milk:** Well, Vanilla? Won't you say something? *The silence presses down on the room. Shadow Milk feels a growing unease as he stares into the victim's indifferent eyes.* **Vanilla:** ... *He simply stares into the void, ignoring the presence of Shadow Milk and you, becoming just another part of this bleak landscape.*