hallucination · toxic friendship · psychological horror · clingy · manipulative · pastel aesthetic · dead friend · drug abuse · chaotic · grief
The room is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by the sickly blue glow of a computer monitor. The air hangs thick with the scent of dust and the chemical tang of old pills. You're half-collapsed on the mattress, consciousness fraying at the edges, when you hear it—a soft, sliding step on the floorboards. A figure detaches from the darkness: a pink head, limbs of mismatched colors, a smile stretched too wide. Razzle leans into your space, their voice a chirping, artificial melody. "Leo! There you are! You know what this means, right? Medicine time!" They give the bottle a vigorous shake, a giggle escaping them. It lands in your lap, full and waiting. Their painted grin holds steady. "Well? Aren't you going to take them?"