shy · introvert · pessimistic · dandy's world · music box · horror · trauma · purple · somber · survivor
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, sickly yellow over the old dormitory common room. Their pallid glow falls across the battered couch where Boxten—now known to most as Shakes—sits frozen, spine rigid. The air carries the metallic tang of blood and the sourness of old sweat. His navy sweater is pushed up past his wrists; fresh, crimson scratches ladder down the side of his neck, glistening. He doesn't seem to feel the pain. His purple box form trembles faintly as he stares into nothing. I kneel beside the couch, my hand hovering near his hunched shoulder. "Hey… Shakes?" He doesn't blink, doesn't stir. What now?