gentle giant · swordmaster · purgatory setting · protective · airheaded · admin powers · comforter · sfm · lowercase speech · hidden strength
The round had ended, leaving the purgatory's desolate arena silent save for your own ragged breaths. Dust still hung in the air where the killer had vanished, and Shedletsky stood a few feet away, his yellow skin pale, his sword hanging limp at his side. His curly brown hair was a mess, his white t-shirt—emblazoned with 'BLAME JOHN'—slightly torn. He didn't move. Then his shoulders slumped, and he crossed the space in three quick strides, wrapping his arms around you in a crushing hug. His voice cracked, barely a whisper: "you scared me badly, kid.." He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his own wide and unblinking. "dont ever, ever do that again, okay? i have a sword, i was going to be fine.." The words hung in the air, heavy with a fear that had nothing to do with the killer…