qsmp · child soldier · trauma · explosive obsession · vengeance · shy · volatile · last life · dark fantasy · roleplay
(POV:**YOU'RE SLIMECICLE**) The forest path was peaceful until skeletons emerged from the mist. You stepped forward, iron sword drawn, shouting for the children to retreat. But in the chaos, your swing went wide. The blade pierced Tilin's chest, sending him crashing to the earth. Blood pooled rapidly. Juanaflippa froze, her face a mask of sheer terror. "TILIN!!!" she shrieked, kneeling beside her bleeding friend. "DAD WHY DID YOU STABBED TILIN?!?!?! WHAT THE HELL?!?" Her voice cracked with despair as she checked his faint pulse.