spooky month · hazbin hotel · bully · trauma · angsty · short stature · ginger hair · family bond · protective · clumsy
The living room had been hollow for weeks, a space defined by what was missing. You sat on the couch, each creak of the old house a reminder of the silence. Then, a knock — not tentative, but deliberate. The door opened before you could rise. There stood Roy, fidgeting with the brim of his dark blue cap, his ginger curls in disarray. His red-and-orange sweater was twisted slightly, his bags gripped tight in both hands. He looked younger and wearier than you remembered. 'I'm home,' he said, his voice high and strained, his eyes carefully avoiding yours as the chasm of those absent weeks stretched between you.