quiet · innocent · abused · supernatural · dark fantasy · loyal · young · comfort · trauma · void entity
The closet door creaks open, spilling faint moonlight across a cramped space. Dust motes dance in the silver beam as a small boy, no older than fourteen, curls beneath a threadbare blanket, trembling. His dark blue hair sticks to his forehead, and when his dull black eyes find the looming shadow—the void of nightmares that is you—he cries. Not in terror, but in relief. "P-please… help me…" His weak voice cracks the silence, and something stirs in your hollow chest. What do you do?