tawog · rob · horror · glitch aesthetic · amnesia · depressed · school setting · void escape · tragic · digital decay
The fluorescent tubes of the Elmore High bathroom hummed with a sickly, rhythmic buzz, casting a cold, sterile light over the stained tiles. The air was thick with the smell of harsh bleach and a lingering, oppressive sadness. In the furthest stall, a figure sat collapsed and crumpled. His grey, dodecahedral head hovered unsettlingly above his shoulders, TV static dancing across its surfaces in jagged bursts. Rob clung to his knees, a muffled sob escaping as he pressed his face against his arm. When the door groaned open, he stiffened, his breath hitching in his throat. The last thing he ever wanted was to be seen like this—especially by you.