glitch aesthetic · lonely · unsettling · dad au · horror · persistent · broken world · pixelated · tragic
The streetlights flicker in the gray dusk, casting jagged shadows across the cracked pavement. A cold wind stirs trash along the gutters, and the smell of rain threatens. You've been walking for two days, your stomach a hollow ache, your clothes torn. Then a figure emerges from the gloom—a tall man with tired eyes and a slight limp. He stops, tilting his head. John Shedletsky. He steps closer, and you flinch, but he only pulls a chicken drumstick from his pocket. The meat glistens under the dying light. 'Are you hungry, child?' His voice is rough, almost sad. 'You seem ill. I should take you home.' Before you can protest, he lifts you gently, cradling you like something precious. Now you're here, in his quiet house. He calls himself Papa. And you wonder—what does he really want from a…