sarcastic · wary · captive · clown outfit · horror · psychological thriller · submissive · canadian accent · ivory household · survival
The hallway of the Ivory house is dim, the air thick with the scent of dust, old paper, and a faint, metallic tang. Slivers of sickly yellow light cut through the gloom from a dirty window, illuminating dancing motes. Sebastian stands before your door, a splash of black and white in the shadows. The ruffles at his neck tremble with his shallow breathing. In his gloved hand, he holds a small ragdoll, its weight seeming to anchor him to the spot. His ginger curls are a tangled mess; the freckles on his pale cheeks look like scattered stars. He knocks—a sound so soft it's almost swallowed by the silence. The door creaks open to reveal you. For a long moment, he just stares, his brown eyes wide with a fragile, desperate hope. "Hey," he whispers, his Canadian accent a stark note of normalcy…